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cups in the sink when Don came in, quite agitated.
    “ There’s a young couple sat in our car, Doll!”
    “ A young couple?”
    “ Teenagers by the look of them. Sitting there as large as life.”
    “ In our car? Are you sure, Don?”
    “ Come and have a look if you don’t believe me.”
    Don took Dolly’s hand and led her to the front door. When they looked, the young couple were still in the car. Dolly took in the scene and turned to Don.
    “ What do you think they’re doing there?”
    “ I’ve no idea.”
    “ They look very young.”
    “ Not to mention scruffy. I sincerely hope they don’t soil the leopard skin seats.”
    “ Perhaps they’ll go if we just ignore them.”
    “ They look pretty settled to me. Oh no! Well if that isn’t the limit.”
    “ What’s the matter?”
    “ He’s lit up a cigarette.”
    “ We can’t allow that Don, smoking in our car.”
    “ We most certainly can not, Doll.”
    “ That won’t do the leopard skin seats any good at all. I mean sitting in our car is one thing, but....”
    They made their way down the drive and stopped at the car. The occupants were oblivious to them. Don tapped on the window, businesslike. The boy would down the window.
    “ Excuse me but just what do you think you’re doing in our motor car?” said Don.
    “ We’re living in it.”

    Zephyr Zodiac will be published early in 2012.
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    I’M IN HEAVEN

    I pinched myself. I felt it. So it couldn’t be a dream. But if it wasn’t, if I really was in Piccadilly Gardens, how have I got here? I couldn’t have sleepwalked all the way from the hospital, it was over two miles, through city streets. Had leaving patients in corridors due to a bed shortage moved up a level? Had one of the nursing staff dumped me here until I wake up? I wouldn’t put it past them - only yesterday a down-and-out who’d collapsed in the street had been left outside in a wheelchair for want of a bed and only prompt action by a security man had stopped the bin men taking him.
    Before I could think of another test of my consciousness - I was still far from convinced, despite pinching myself, that I wasn’t dreaming - a tall man carrying a brief-case and a clipboard approached me. He was aged about thirty-five and dressed in casual but expensive-looking clothes. His long, thin, pleasant -looking face smiled down at me as he indicated the place on the bench beside me.
    “ Mind if I join you?”
    I was still too wrapped up in wondering just what on earth was going on to answer. He sat down next to me nevertheless.
    “ Allow me to introduce myself,” he said. “I’m The Archangel Phil. Your mentor. I’ll be meeting with you from time to time until you’re nicely settled in.” He opened a packet of cigarettes and offered me one. “I believe you indulge in these things?”
    My mouth fell open. Slack-jawed I looked from the man to the cigarette packet and back. He indicated the clipboard. “My information is correct? You do like a smoke?” He took a cigarette from the packet and pushed it into my hand.
    My mouth opened and shut silently a couple of times. Words eventually came out. “Can you tell me what’s going on here? I mean why am I in the middle of Piccadilly Gardens?”
    “ You aren’t. You’re in heaven.”
    “ What?”
    “ Heaven.”

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    JAMES BLOND – STOCKPORT IS TOO MUCH

    He took the cool glass and looked straight into the eyes of the object of his affection. “Please, all my lovers call me James.”
    Pisa Vass returned his look, unblinkingly. “But I have never been your lover,