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Bonnie & Clyde

Bonnie & Clyde

by | Oct 9, 2018 | G, Graham Wynd, Short Story

‘Your name really Bonnie?’ +++++She looked at him through thick black lashes and smiled. ‘Yeah. Why? Are you Clyde?’ +++++‘I am.’ His smile looked smug to her, but she liked confidence in a man. +++++‘I guess we gotta rob banks then, brah.’ Her laugh had a side order...
Somewhere in Slovenia

Somewhere in Slovenia

by | Feb 8, 2017 | G, Graham Wynd, Short Story

Go to Slovenia, the man said. It’s a green wonderland with cheap beer, Razzo had promised when he sold him on the trip to the away game. Euro games! You’ll have fun, see the footie, drink your fill. It’ll be aces. +++++He had to admit it was postcard pretty, all...
Masquerade

Masquerade

by | Oct 31, 2015 | G, Graham Wynd, Short Story

‘Are you going?’ +++++The words were on everyone’s lips. ‘Will you be there? Everyone who’s anyone will be there!’ A week ago no one had heard of Leonorini, yet somehow the avant-garde artist had garnered such instant fame that even Talk of the Town breathlessly...

Don’t Call Me Darling

by | Sep 18, 2014 | G, Graham Wynd, Short Story

Luke was breaking fingers for the boss when we got the call. I was mostly watching him because that was his job and talking was my job and the talk had already been done. +++++’I’ll get you the money,’ Mr Irving screamed. +++++’When?’...