Daniel C Tuck Blog

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Rebirth

Sally sang along with her iPod as she mopped the museum floor. The gentle thwack-thwack sound of the wet mop head against wood relaxed her and, taking it steadily, she wasn’t overdoing things. David...

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The Night Watch

David Bowden pushed his shoulder against the frozen security hut door, pounding his bulky frame against it until it eventually opened, shifting a couple of inches of snow from the step. It had only...

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The Melancholic Pianist

As a music production apprentice I had to do all the jobs no one else wanted. ‘Valuable industry experience’ they called it. My manager, Antoine – a pretentious name for a middle-aged guy from...

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Drones

I walk, walk, walk, walk; my headphones – as always – plugged in to my ears.             I arrive at my office building. I open the door, having entered my security code to unlock...

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The Movies We Forget

They turned off Canyon Lake Drive and pulled the car to the side of the road. With the briefest of glimpses, the slightest of smiles to each other, they got out. His hand in...