Tales From The Town #180: Hot

It was hot. Too hot. Too hot to sleep. Too hot to move. Too hot to moan.

Okay, it wasn’t too hot to moan. But it was definitely too hot for anything else.

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Notes:

1. Written on July 20th, 2024

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Tales From The Town #179: Puppet Show

The puppet show will be appearing at various locations around the town throughout the summer. Performances last for approximately 45 minutes and entry is free. The puppets are 8 to 12 inches high and made from varnished wood, and move across the stage in ways variously described as “creepy” (Ethel, aged 9), “weird” (Claire, aged 9), “mesmerising” (Tina, aged 9), and “like if they were secretly spiders” (Daniel, aged 9). The stories they tell have been proclaimed as “eerie” (Ethel), “stupid” (Claire), “moving” (Tina), and “like secret spider dreams” (Daniel).

Whoever is operating them and for what purpose is currently unknown. If you have any information or concerns about anything related to puppets or puppetry, please call 999 immediately.

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Notes:

1. Written on July 13th, 2024
2. I missed out a tale last weekend but we’re back now.
3. Please forgive me.

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Tales From The Town #177: Facts About… The Longest Day

Panel 1: Facts About… The Longest Day (all caps, with a drop shadow and a quadruple exclamation mark at the end, above a small close up of Claire and the words “with Claire!!” written in a jaunty font that closely resembles comic sans because it is actually comic sans)
Panel 2: Close up on Claire’s face – “The Longest Day?”
Panel 3: Closer up on Claire’s face – “The wrongest day more like!”

Notes: If you would like to publish Facts About… With Claire! in your school newspaper or on your own t-shirt please contact Claire at claire@claire.claire

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Notes:

1. Written on June 16th, 2024

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Tales From The Town #176: Pennies, Pounds

1. The Pound Machine

The pound machine at the arcade was definitely the best machine Daniel had ever met.

You put a pound in.

You got a pound out.

But expanded from one coin to fifty. Enough to fill an entire yoghurt pot and still have some left to put in every pocket you had.

It was like magic. It suggested a world of fractal expansion, where if you had enough machines you could increase your fortune forever until it was big enough to fill up more than just one yoghurt pot but maybe even as many as four yoghurt pots. And you couldn’t even hold four yoghurt pots. Not ever. Not unless you had four arms!

2. The Penny Machine

The penny machine at the supermarket was definitely the worst machine Daniel had ever met.

You put your pennies in.

And out came a pound.

Or worse, a five pound note. That wasn’t even a coin, let alone thousands of coins, all of them different in their own little ways.

It was like antimagic. The magnificent hugeness of the world reduced down to something small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. And even then you wouldn’t want it in the palm of your hand, because they insisted on being made of paper that was surprisingly horrible to hold. It was like they wanted you to throw it away. Blurgh.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 9th, 2024

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Tales From The Town #175: New Shoes

The new shoes were black and shiny and beautiful and clean. They made every step feel like a photograph.

Claire dreamt of puddles, and where to find them.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 8th, 2024

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