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... Short Story The “Short Story” on BBC Radio 4at 4.45 p.m. on Friday, March Ssth, comes from Northern Ireland. Stella McCusker reads Mary Beckett’s “Ice Cream”. The story tells the story of two fine sons and a ...

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... Short Story THE HE was Chinese, L It gave her a shock. She’d been nervous enough anyway. coming to her G.P's surgery to start a course of injections, but at least she'd consoled herself with the thought that she knew Doctor Barker and trusted him, and ...

... Short Story ton held out his hand to Delia. Good-bye, she answered. wondering it she would ever see hint again, only—what would be the use of seeing him! With herself engaged to Henry, and he let down by some girl Good-bye, Somerton. He nodded ...

... SHORT STORY THE SHE never quite knew how, when or why she began to hate the man downstairs. It was all so insidious. It started with the fact that he was there. Most of the people in the house of bed-sitters went out to work in the daytime. She stayed ...

... SHORT STORY A BAD CASE. (By PAUL HERRING) It was some time before Enderby understood Nurse Wayne's meaning. There was the worry of what should do when ho out of hospital at the back of his bandaged head. Tnoy had turned him down at the office. Ho asked ...

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... Short Story THE gloves lay carelessly on the back seat of the car. The hitchhiker glanced at them as he got in. “Good of you to pick me up,” he said to the driver. “I've never thumbed a lift before but I missed my train home so I suddenly thought I'd ...