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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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‘Should we say we’re worried about her welfare?’ Lockdown is being lifted, gradually. But by rights, Carys and Wynstill shouldn’t be making the 12-mile journey across Powys to see her sister. You were supposed to stay local, unless you were going on some kind of mercy mission, to check whether someone was still alive or not. Carys imagines armed policemen guarding a barricaded checkpoint on the bridge at Builth Wells. ‘If we’re stopped, I mean?’ Wyn snorts. Anyone acquainted withTeleri, knowsshe’s never had trouble looking after herself. Carys can see her now, elbowing global pandemics aside. To the right – biff! To the left –baff! Wyn is driving. He seems calm. They make idle chatter as they wind their way through the sun-drenched lanes, commenting on the grassy hedges, the froth of cow parsley, reminiscing how lovely it has been with less traffic; how they’ve been able to hear the…