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Christmas Village Stories | Bryony

Bryony Durand tweaked the last piece of the table display and stood back to check that it was now aligned.  Happy with that, she walked to the door of her emporium to view the whole, as she hoped her very … Continue reading

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Christmas Village Stories | Ben

The ringing of his doorbell startled Ben Crosley from his afternoon nap.  As he passed a gnarled hand over his face he wondered if he’d imagined the sound, but when it rang again he stirred his old bones from his … Continue reading

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Christmas Village Stories | Billy

Billy stared morosely out of the window, oblivious to the bucolic scenery flying past as the train hurtled towards Christmas Village.  Normally a happy lad, his present mood found Billy Slater so at odds with himself he didn’t know what … Continue reading

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Christmas Village Stories | Mrs Watson

Last year I started writing stories prompted by my friend Karen’s fabulous Christmas Village that she puts up each year.  The Village is up again, and I have some new stories for you.  If you’d like to read last year’s … Continue reading

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Christmas Village Stories | Rev Jenkin

Rev Arthur Jenkin stood at the glass door leading out to the widow’s walk, seemingly staring into the darkness at what would have been a view of the village, except for the dark clouds covering the midnight sky.  But what … Continue reading

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Christmas Village Stories | Daisy

“Thank you, Mrs Watson.”  Daisy opened the door to her florist shop and stood aside to let the older woman out.  “Enjoy those flowers.”  Mrs Watson’s scowl diminished slightly at the words but she still humpffed as she walked out … Continue reading

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Christmas Village Stories | Philip

“C’mon Stevie!” Colin shouted over his shoulder at his little brother, “you know what Ol’ Waggy’s like if we’re late.” “I’m going as fast as I c…” the last of Stevie’s reply turned into a yelp as he slid and … Continue reading

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