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DAY 8: Fresh and Frozen by Alexis Wolfe

On the 8th Day of Christmas Alexis Wolfe gave to me… The air was thick with cigarette smoke outside my back door. It was the Big Supermarket delivery drivers’ Christmas party. Except, Big Supermarket didn’t give its delivery drivers a Christmas party and the drivers weren’t allowed any time off work during December, so actually

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DAY 6: Suzy and the Wasp by Andrew Boulton

On the 6th Day of Christmas Andrew Boulton gave to me… When summer came and the skies bulged with a sticky mist, one wasp made an error of judgement. Sugar-drunk and oblivious to consequences, this wasp found himself trapped inside a freezer. And slept. Now it’s Christmas morning and the freezer is, for the first

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DAY 4: Going Cold Turkey by Nicola Ashbrook

On the 4th Day of Christmas Nicola Ashbrook gave to me… Alastair says the way to his heart is through his stomach, which is unfortunate, given the Listeria incident. I wanted to make amends for that this Christmas by cooking a roast Delia would be proud of. The turkey was safely stowed in the fridge;

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DAY 3: Festive Speed Dating by Laura Besley

On the 3rd Day of Christmas Laura Besley gave to me… Woman: Do you like Christmas? Man 1: Nah. Woman: (Scrooge. Next!) Woman: Do you like Christmas? Man 2: Totally. I love it, like 100%. No, 1000%. Woman: (You can’t do anything 1000%. Next!) This speed dating thing was not my idea. My friend wanted

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DAY 2: Family Dinner by Jess Moody

On the 2nd Day of Christmas Jess Moody gave to me… Every kitchen surface is covered, and levels are rising. A failing round of Tetris, I’ve reached cascade failure. Pans, baking trays, congealing white sauce, knives nonchalantly lying blade up. I’m about to get the meat from the larder. Approaching laughter – like clattering silverware

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DAY 1: Don’t Blame It On the Dog by Jude Higgins

On the 1st Day of Christmas Jude Higgins gave to me… I’m round at Gran’s for our pre-Christmas, Christmas. She’s bought me a vegan sausage wreath and made chocolate coated brussel sprouts. After I’ve forced them down, we settle in front of the TV with Mum’s mince pies to watch ‘The Return of the King’,

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Triptych: The Dreamer by E. A. Fowler

1. In a small room, high above a street in Los Angeles, a man lies sleeping beneath an open window. The blinds are closed, rattling softly in the breeze, but daggers of sunlight pierce the slats and blaze across the thin, greying counterpane that rises and falls with each breath. Behind closed lids, the sleeper’s

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Concussion Party by Nick Story

The banner between the trees read: “Welcome Home, Logan!” On the table below the banner there was a spread of yellow cake, hamburger buns, chips, ketchup and mustard, a plate of grilled meats, and fizzy red punch in a plastic bowl. In sweaters and jeans, Logan, Becky, and Sharise assembled their meals. Leaves were falling

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Reunion by Liz Milne

My daughter will be joining me soon, and while part of me loves that idea, it fills me with sadness too. It will mean the end of an era, the final disintegration of our family which was small enough to start with. I sit with my husband and my daughter sometimes. I sit with them

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A Narrow Gate by Sam Gridley

“We shall not,” Reverend Morrison whacked the pulpit, “stroll at our ease into the Kingdom of Heaven. For the Lord tells us, ‘Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life.’” In the front pew Michelle suppressed a shiver, conscious of being observed from the rows behind. To her right her

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