The Winners 2013

  • I had no idea by Lottie Pyper

    That must be him. I’d recognize that curly blond hair anywhere. He used to play with it constantly, twisting the front of his fringe around his left index finger...

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  • The Backside at Baltimore by Victoria Griffiths

    My day at the races started with unloading horse and kit in the car park by the receiving barn. In front of us was the backstretch of the racecourse, behind us the high-rise apartment blocks of downtown Baltimore...

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  • Salicional by Tom Cantillon

    I blinked. Mr. Brady was turning puce, and making noises that a cat would make if you sat on it. His nostrils were flaring, their hairs bristling with indignation...

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  • Blinkered by Helen Spalding

    "I used to think that they noticed, you know, the horses, that they were running around in circles. Well, I assumed they did. Smart creatures. What would the point be otherwise?"...

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  • Horse-riding with no legs by Tim Oliver

    I hate my parents. Both of them. They both are completely obsessed with horses: riding, racing, mucking out, combing, currying, breaking in. You name it; they have done it more times than they can remember. If it’s to do with horses that is...

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