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FOWC with Fandango — Optional – The Department of Options

The letter came with the official stamp on the front. The Federal Department of Options. This department had come about due to the crisis caused by climate change. There had developed a problem with food supply due to the continuing … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Madness

There was a degree of truth in my supervisor’s initial comment to me on entering the new workplace. “You don’t have to be mad to work here, but it sure helps.” It was a place where the irrational and so … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Pencil

It was one of those sad occurrences in life Charles had to be man enough to face up to. There was no lead left in his pencil. It wasn’t such a big deal when he thought about it, as he … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Theatre

It was a theatre like no other. What happened there was unique. Actors didn’t just act, scenery wasn’t just scenery and audiences were not just audiences. It was the most interactive theatre you’d ever get to be in. In a … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Advanced

I recall my parents speaking one night, and as a natural born eaves-dropper, I listened especially closely when my name was mentioned. The word advanced was mentioned in reference to me, and I was curious as to what they thought … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Traffic

Bumper to bumper, row upon row, The woman in front on her phone Not watching, not concentrating, As we progress, she’s somewhere off with the fairies. Around me, there is a sense of resignation As inch by inch we move, … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Schedule

My neighbour the erstwhile Mr Fango was a man who stuck to a schedule like a spider to a fly. Yesterday was his day to go to town, and he was up and away by 7.30am. I know all this … Continue reading

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