David R Ewens

Most of the stories included are indeed short – about 1000 words – and therefore ideal for reading when there isn’t much time, for example on a local commute (non-driving of course!) or in a waiting room.


Leylandii

21st August 2014

The pub looked much like Jason Thompson’s local. He was from the next town along the coast and did not feel out of place. At this pub, little flecks of paint were peeling off the façade at the front. It looked as though the pansies in the hanging baskets could do with some watering. There…
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California Daydream

22nd April 2011

Buddy’s Grand Oceanside Restaurant gave out something of a mixed message. The ‘Oceanside’ part was spot on. The Pacific from Hermosa Beach had never looked bluer or more sparkling. But ‘Buddy’s’ gave it a vulgar air, though it certainly wasn’t grand either. Johnny Di Marco hadn’t chosen it as the venue for the interview to…
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God’s Little Punishment

1st July 2010

Cyndi waddled over with the usual large and cheerful smile on her face. Emma could see the rolls of fat bulging out from the over-tight black fitted top the other woman was wearing. It had to be extra-extra large. Emma knew that she shouldn’t think that Cyndi ‘waddled’. ‘Walked’ would do just as well, and…
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Escape

1st July 2010

Michael Ross lay on his compact single bed and stared up at the white ceiling. It wasn’t simply white, the ceiling, it was pristine, like all the rest of hisbed-sit in the anonymousmiddle house of the nondescript road of terraced houses in the small resort on England’s North Sea coast. Getting the room right had…
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The Christmas Rebel

9th November 2009

Who knows why one Monday morning can be terrible and another (like most Monday mornings) just about tolerable? Mary Miller pondered this as her time in the doctor’s waiting room edged up to the hour mark. One of her friends said she’d once been in and out of the doctor’s in fifteen minutes. They’d both…
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IED

2nd August 2009

Lucy Deevers was in the hospital staff common room, her feet up on the coffee table, the rest of her slumped with exhaustion from her busy day. As a radiographer, she was walking and standing most of the day, and twelve months into her job she was still getting used to it. ‘Last lap’, she…
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The Decency Debt

12th February 2009

Some girls, when they’ve had a few Bacardi Breezers, snakebites, or whatever it is that counts as a favourite drink, get giggly and happy. They want to snog the nearest bloke. They totter along linking arms with their mates, screeching and cackling. Elllie, her mate, was like that. It was only now that it was…
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The Kid

2nd February 2009

The evening had been disastrous. Richard Burns sensed that it wouldn’t be go well as soon as he and Sarah had stepped into the new restaurant, one of the treats they’d planned on their weekend away in the small north Norfolk town near the Lincolnshire border. The flashing neon sign in faux-oriental letters had been…
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Rescue

19th December 2008

Matty Williams wiped his hand over his face. He’d done his best, but it wasn’t a just a matter of hitting the buffers. If this had been a train crash, the train would have gone straight into the concourse and beyond. He’d built up the business from nothing, and that’s back where it was going.…
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Flirtation with Murder

1st July 2007

I watched Ed’s well-muscled, lycra-clad legs and backside disappearing steadily in the distance as I made my own laborious way up the steep tor. I was out of breath and ill-tempered, a physical and emotional state that I’d become absolutely familiar with right from the beginning of this ill-fated cycling holiday. We’d left our bikes…
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Journey of a Lifetime

15th April 2007

‘God, what a day!’Frank Jenkinson thought as the ticket barriers clacked symbolically shut behind him. At least he was leaving it all behind as he walked briskly to the front carriage of the 5.05 from Cannon Street to Whitstable as he had done every working day since 1st May 1990. His appraisal had been an…
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A Fair Exchange

15th April 2007

The limousine pulled away from the kerb in front of the Padovian Embassy in Mayfair and moved towards Park Lane on its journey to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in Whitehall. Katerina Simonescu, formerly a ‘migrant worker’ in a small coffee booth at Waterloo Station, stretched her legs out in the back of the car…
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Lucky Malarkey

17th February 2007

Of course, Lucky Malarkey wasn’t his real name. In fact, not many people referred to his surname. Everyone knew him as ‘Lucky’ – ‘Lucky’ by name, ‘lucky’ by nature. His real name was Kenny Mallard. He’d acquired the moniker ‘Malarkey’ (as he would put it) not from some schoolmate but actually from his English teacher,…
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