Matthew Walton's published ficlets
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The Saturday Morning Ritual

No one could hit a ball like Mr. Catsup. Every Saturday without fail he would be at the cricket ground, standing at the creas…
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Planning Permission
“Foundations?” Rob scoffed as he read the letter from the council. “We don’t need no foundations.”
“It says here them planni…
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Make Friends With Chocolate

So, what do we think?
Primitive.
Smelly.
This is delicious.
What is it?
No idea.
_It might not be safe. Hav…
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A False Oath

“But…” he pulls out the other hand holding the other gun. “Why do you even want one?”
“It was buy one, get one free,” she …