Monthly Archives: November 2018

Heckler & Koch

Posted on November 27, 2018 by Louis Kasatkin

        It’s gonna be a Heckler & Koch morning, but i don’t know that yet as I get up at 4.30 a.m. to use the toilet; The hall light’s on and I notice the front door’s open, … Continue reading →

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Flashpoint ( A Short Story )

Posted on November 19, 2018 by Louis Kasatkin

    It’s Aiko’s birthday today. Just as the new chrysanthemum dawn begins to beckon, she awakens and her naïve sleep-filled gaze is captivated by the spreading dawn that’s only an hour or so into its ineluctable theatre of nature. … Continue reading →

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Warriors ( A Short Story )

Posted on November 14, 2018 by Louis Kasatkin

  Running. Days spent running. Long days running away. Far, far away from that Hill. Senlac.Where Harold Godwinson fell. All that remained of his Housecarls, all that evaded the keen eye and whetted blades of those Normans was here in … Continue reading →

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Writer in Exile

Posted on November 3, 2018 by Louis Kasatkin

Dexter Stevenson lime green ascot and redundant cigarette holder, never shook Hemingway’s hand; never came to write the great American novel, never realised the fecund potential of his literary dreams, instead he was anthologised in limited circulation magazines from Baffin … Continue reading →

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