Stories tagged “Manchester”
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Gliding through the City of Dreams
I’d taken great care with my appearance. No stubble, no cleavage, clothing loose and comfortable but not baggy. No pastel shades. Sensible shoes. My hair, short and dark, was going through a wavy phase, but I’d not let it get so long as to ...
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Sizzling in the City of Dreams
Pauline was a delight to talk to. The pub was not too loud and the music not too bad, so we stayed for a couple. We were both drinking slowly: it seemed she was enjoying my company as much as I was hers. I watched her lips tell me that she was in the s...
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Dancing in the City of Dreams (not very good)
“We’re going to school?” “It’s my cousin’s birthday. Be my date?” I gave Pauline my arm and looked dashing. We walked through the door and into the noise of a rowdy ceilidh in full-swing. Somebody spotted her, ...
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Dancing in the City of Dreams
The hall was sweaty hot, filled with flushed, smiling faces, and bodies clad in the latest fashions. Around the edges, people drank squashy plastic pints of beer and brittle jars of outlandishly coloured cocktais. In the space between, people danced, w...
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Riding home in the City of Dreams
It wasn’t a long taxi ride back to her house. I’d managed to call in a favour and three cabs had shown up to help the last stragglers home. We sat quietly together for a while, hand-in-hand, the peace punctuated only by the pounding of my h...
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Sleeping in the City of Dreams
I stood with my back to the closed door and stared at the ceiling, a grin splitting my face, something doing a tango in my stomach. H was… no, not perfect, but simply… Right. He’d coped spectacularly with the ceilidh; Sandra, 16 at la...
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Floating in the City of Dreams
I was hardly aware of the pavement as it drifted somewhere beneath me. The summer night was fragrant and still; slight rustlings reached my ears and I grinned like a schoolkid. Maybe someone else was getting lucky tonight as well. I glided home, conten...
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Dialogue in the City of Dreams
“Why?” “Would it have made a difference?” “Yes.” “And we wouldn’t have shared a perfect night.” “True, but… H. Why?” “Did you enjoy last night?” “Of course I did....
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He's _what?_
“I told him I’d kill him” “Phil, you’re not going to do that, and it’s not him. Her name is Hazel.” Pauline tried to calm her brother down, but he’d worked up a magnificent head of steam. “He’...