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Silent Nights

This was my entry in the Flashshot Christmas competition of 2003. Like "Escape From Fear" it didn�t win or place, but my inner snob rather likes it.

Julia was dreaming. �No, don�t take them � I�ll change, I�ll be extra doubleplus good!�

Winston touched her shoulder. �You were having a bad dream.�

�His� people were coming for me.� Julia shivered. �I hate this time of year. The false war bulletins, the extra surveillance��

Winston kissed her. �Then stay still. He must think you�re sleeping.�

Julia lay back. �He won�t know I�m awake,� she promised, closing her eyes.

Winston stared at the bearded portrait above the heater. His drying socks steamed on the rail. �Goodnight, Sir,� he whispered impudently.

The red-suited figure said nothing, but Winston began to sweat: outside he could hear a clatter�

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