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Wash sighed and guided Serenity in to land on the planet. “I am a leaf on the wind,” he muttered as the atmosphere buffeted the spacecraft. Mal threw a look at Zoe: “We ready for this job?” Zoe nodded: “We are. Jayne is locked and loaded in the cargo bay with the cargo, and Badger’s at the rendezvous point waiting for the goods.” Mal sighed: “Let’s make it quick. There have been recent sightings of Reavers in this solar system and we don’t want to be stuck on the surface if t

Dave looked up from wiping a glass at the bar of the Winchester club. “What’s all that about, Tel?” he asked, nodding over to Arthur Daley in deep conversation with a man in a dog collar. Terry McCann chuckled: “Arthur thinks he can make a few quid by offering to host the church pantomime at the Winchester. He’s offering the club free with 25 per cent of the ticket sales going into the Winchester’s ‘community fund’ to help the less fortunate. “The church gets 75 per cent towa

Martin tutted and looked at the map of the Christmas market stalls. “It’s all higgledy piggledy, Ann. There’s no rhyme or reason to any of it! A handmade wooden gifts stall next to a raclette stall selling smelly cheese, a local artist selling paintings next to a stall with handmade hats…” He sighed. “The food should be in one section, handicrafts in another, fine art in another. That would allow us to make the most of our time here.” Ann smiled her patient smile. “I like the

Mark looked at Dobby as she examined wooden Nutcracker soldier figures on the Christmas market stall. “Haven’t you already got two of those? Isn’t that enough?” he asked. Dobby turned and shrugged: “They’re gold and green. This one is red and gold, which goes better with the tree this year.” Mark sighed. Yes, buy another one. Buy them all. Another Nutcracker figure to add to the family of Nutcracker figures in our flat. Fill the entire sitting room with Nutcracker figures sta

Abbey Grove School headteacher Mr Fraser took a long look at the two groups of teenagers lined up in the yard. “Alfie Wickers, Will Schuester. Mr Schuester, Mr Wickers,” he said, making an introduction. “Hi!” Will said, offering his hand for a handshake. Alfie grabbed it awkwardly and shook it. “Hello,” he said. The pupils of Abbey Grove and McKinley High glared at each other. “It’s wonderful that you’re stopping off at Abbey Grove on your UK exchange visit,” Alfie added. Wil

Sandra looked out over the beach at the waves and the horizon. Beryl licked her ice cream cone and sat down on a bench. “It’s hardly Torremolinos, is it?” Beryl complained. “Oh, Beryl, there’s a whole world out there that isn’t Torremolinos…” Beryl snorted: “Nice, Cannes, Rio de Janeiro…Rhyl…” She waved her hands around: “The last time we were here Edward Heath was Prime Minister. They got a new Sun Centre but the rain hasn’t changed much.” Sandra adjusted her rain hat: “It’s

Leslie Higgins sighed and looked at the sea of blank faces. “Martyn’s Law. We need to be ready for it,” he said, gesturing to the Power Point presentation on the screen in front of them. Ted nodded: “I agree, we need to be playing our part in keeping the fans of AFC Richmond, our staff, and the visiting teams and fans safe. Been reading up on it since the law got the Royal Assent…” He turned to Trent Crimm who was busy making notes in his reporter’s notebook… “…I love that th

Sister Michael winced as she saw Jenny Joyce appear in her doorway. “Yes, Jenny, what can I do for you?” she asked wearily. “It’s what I can do for YOU, Sister…” Jenny replied with an unsettling grin that made Sister Michael’s blood chill slightly. “Now, what could I be needing from you, Jenny?” she asked. Jenny grinned her unsettling grin again and Sister Michael said: “Stop that now, Jenny. It’s not natural…” Jenny shrugged: “Well, I know the school has to get rea

Shona smiled coldly at Sebastian. “Well, some of us have already had extensive experience of filming instructional videos for Air Scotia, so it’s no surprise that I was chosen to front this latest staff training film,” she said, stomping off to the cockpit with Captain Duff’s coffee. “Oh dearie me!” said Sebastian and Steve in unison. Sebastian huffed: “She’s been swanning about Prestwick Airport like Catherine Zeta Jones in The Terminal. It’s all ‘how’s this lighting on my s

Jackie put the jumper in her basket and thought: “Adam will love this. Now, where do I find the baby clothes for my new grandchildren?” She caught sight of herself beaming with pride in the nearby mirror…then saw a familiar face behind her. “Hello Jackie. You look nice,” Jim said. Taken aback, Jackie turned to her neighbour and replied: “Oh, hello Jim. Fancy seeing you here…” “Fancy seeing me here…” he said. After an awkward silence, Jackie said: “Doing a spot of Christmas sh

Sicknote gasped in exasperation and shrugged.“ I don’t know what to do, Jean. The Station Officer won’t give me the weekend off so I can sing the Pirate King in the Penge Occasional Players production of the Pirates of Penzance,” Sicknote said, slumping down into the armchair. Jean sighed. “Well, your understudy will have to do it. What’s so important that you have to be on shift with Blue Watch this weekend?” Sicknote laughed. “I have to visit theatres across the West End to

Michelle and James pushed open the school door and ran into the corridor to meet Clare, Orla, and Erin. “Did you get them?” Michelle asked. Erin looked glum. “Well?” Michelle asked. Erin broke into a smile. “Yes, I got the tickets! We’re going to Glastonbury! Orbital, Lenny Kravitz, Stereo MCs! Boys!” Erin shouted as she and all the group jumped up and down. “What the heck will we tell our Mas? They don’t even like it if we go to Belfast,” Orla asked, before putti

Audrey sighed and looked out of the window over the rolling fields of the Grantleigh Estate. “Richard, we’ve been married long enough for me to know that there’s something on your mind,” she said. ‘Richard DeVere, you’re up to something,” she thought. She smiled at him and picked up her cup of morning coffee. “The coffee hasn’t been the same since Brabinger left us, has it?” she asked. Richard shook his head. “No, it hasn’t. He is sorely missed.” Audrey nodded. “Out with it,

Mateo poured the cocktail into the young woman’s glass. “This is my speciality” he said. His boss at the Solana Hotel, Benidorm, Joyce Templeton-Savage, walked up to the bar and tutted. “The new owners will be clamping down on that sort of thing, Mateo,” she said. “What sort of thing?” Mateo asked. “Flirting with guests,” Joyce replied. Mateo laughed: “Joyce, that was not flirting.” Mateo took her hand, kissed it, and winked at her. “This is flirting!” Joyce pulled her hand

Sybil held the phone to her ear and said: “Ooh, I know!” At reception, Basil winced. “I KNOW! Ooh, yes, I know!” Sybil said again. Then, she laughed. Basil gritted his teeth. “I know you’re awfully busy in there, my sweet, but could you just pass me the new register so that our guest can sign it?” Basil smiled unnervingly at the guest. Sybil sighed and said: “Yes, I’ll call you next week. I have to go. Goodbye now!” She put down the phone and picked up the register, opening i

Steve Finch pointed the camera at his smiling family. Well, all smiling except his teenage daughter Madison who was scowling and had spent the last hour refusing to put on her matching Christmas sweater with a huge snowman’s nose. “We failed miserably last year, so this year’s Christmas card has to be really special!” he shouted. Last year had been a nightmare. Trying to take the picture then being upstaged by Buddy’s ‘reindeer’ drawn sleigh. Ending up in a frozen lake

Howard Langston winced when he remembered his wife’s harsh words… “You promised him a Turbo-Man 2 toy! Why didn’t you order one on Cyber Monday or go out and get it on Black Friday? Jamie’s going to be so disappointed…Didn’t you learn anything last year?” Last year had involved a desperate last-ditch scramble to find a Turbo-Man at any shop he could, and he get it before that Myron Larabee. He’d had to admit his mistakes to his family then his son saved the day when he gave t

Katarina handed the tourist a nativity-themed music box. “This one plays Deck the Halls, you’ll love it!” she said. The tourist smiled and went to Santa at the till. “That will be £35,” Santa said, without a flicker. Hmm, Katarina thought, that music box was £30 last week… Santa smiled as the tourist left and the shop bell sounded. She turned to Katarina. “I know what you’re thinking, but we need to put the prices up. Our costs have gone up so much…” Katarina sighed. Santa wa

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