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Miracle Cure: Short Story
Miracle Cure: Short Story
Miracle Cure: Short Story
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Miracle Cure: Short Story

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They won't even let her die

Spencer and Alanah are neo-luddites who have as little to do with technology as possible. But when Alanah is in an accident her wealthy family aren't willing to let her die the way that Spencer knows she would want. The only person who can keep her from a fate worse than death is him, but does he have what it takes to say goodbye to his wife forever?

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Release dateAug 13, 2018
ISBN9781386015628
Miracle Cure: Short Story
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James Loscombe

James Loscombe has been publishing under various pen names for the last five years. He lives in England with his wife Tamzin and their sons Jude and Oscar.

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    Clack-click, clack-click, clack-click-ding!

    The typewriter was loud enough that he couldn't hear her music in the kitchen. The rhythm reminded him of a steam engine.

    Spencer pulled the finished page out of the roller and put it on the pile beside him, which was growing taller by the day.

    Next to the manuscript, there were three sealed envelopes. Two of them were to be sent to Paul next time he saw a post-box. The third was addressed to himself. He opened it and took out a pile of well-used ten pound notes and a letter thanking him for his latest articles.

    He shook his head and stood up. Paul could wait until tomorrow for a reply. Now he was tired and hungry and the smell of whatever Alannah was cooking had found him at last. He switched off the light and went to the kitchen.

    The music (Elvis? The Beatles? The Stones? He didn't know enough about the era to tell them apart) was loud. Alannah’s shadow danced across the wall. Spencer listened to her singing the words that she knew and mumbling the parts that she didn't.

    He put his hands on her hips and caught the rhythm. When the song finished he kissed her and made as if he was going to carry her to the bedroom.

    She broke the kiss and playfully pushed him away. Later. Dinner's almost ready.

    What is it?

    A little of this, a little of that.

    He frowned.

    It's Spanish. Tapas, she said, as if that cleared up any confusion. "Go and sit at

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