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    Mid-Autumn’s Nightmare
    Rony Alfandary
    • Dec 15, 2020
    • 8 min

    Mid-Autumn’s Nightmare

    "Enough, enough of pretending! I don't want them to come near me again. I don't want them to lay their hands on me again. I don't want to...
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    Anonymity
    Rony Alfandary
    • Dec 3, 2020
    • 35 min

    Anonymity

    Roy wanted to be very drunk that night. He had two choices: Getting a bottle and drinking alone or going out to the pub. He didn't feel...
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    The Coffin
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 24, 2020
    • 5 min

    The Coffin

    "You're inside now", said the little boy as he climbed over the sleepy man, mounting him and getting a firm grip with his little legs...
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    The Bench
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 21, 2020
    • 10 min

    The Bench

    "I'll see you down later, on the bench, alright? Where else? It was always on the bench, by the bench; we'd stop by the bench first and...
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    Stitches
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 18, 2020
    • 7 min

    Stitches

    And in one photograph you can see him stitching his fingers together with a cotton thread. Why would he do a thing like that? Why did he?...
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    With and Without
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 16, 2020
    • 7 min

    With and Without

    This is a tale of no importance. Out of boredom, to escape from the blues, I sat back and rambled, and travelled to a near-by place where...
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    A Killing
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 16, 2020
    • 6 min

    A Killing

    He felt she was going to get killed that morning. Something in the way she looked at him just before she left the house on her way into...
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    Unholistic
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 9, 2020
    • 7 min

    Unholistic

    At first, there was nothing to complain about, lying in bed with a slight temperature wasn't an ordeal at all. For lunch, he had a...
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    English Poems
    Rony Alfandary
    • Nov 1, 2020
    • 30 min

    English Poems

    ON REACHING THIRTY Getting into the car this morning orange Mini, the best of British industry, pulling out the choke handle cord...
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    The Return to the City
    Rony Alfandary
    • Aug 19, 2020
    • 1 min

    The Return to the City

    The City loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not London loves me. 2012. But it has not...
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    The Glucids
    Rony Alfandary
    • Jul 15, 2020
    • 3 min

    The Glucids

    When he turned around, he knew that the Glucids were watching every move he made. Keeping his eyes fixed to the door handle, he slowly...
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    Fathers are always Right, or, No Point Dealing with the Dying
    Rony Alfandary
    • Jun 28, 2000
    • 77 min

    Fathers are always Right, or, No Point Dealing with the Dying

    Damn it, if there was an easy way of saying this. Trying to work out the intereminable English winter and what it does to sweet...
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    Postmemories of Salonica by Dominic Gree

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