Mid-October, 1955 Alfie Saunders reached across the small restaurant table and let his hand linger on top of Brian Epstein’s long fingers. Brian smiled at his friend briefly, then withdrew his hand and slipped it into his lap. “You needn’t do that,” Alfie whispered. “Nobody can see us.” “Yes they can,” Brian whispered back. “They …
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Ringo lifted his right hand to rap on the door, then hesitated. He held it in front of his face for a few seconds and examined it in the warm golden light of the sunset. His favorite sapphire ring was so tight on his pinkie finger that it practically cut off his circulation. But he …
John smiled wistfully at the name inscribed on the headstone. “I had a cat called Tim when I was young,” he said. “He lives with my Aunt Mimi still.” “Aye, Tim’s a fine name for a pet,” replied Angus MacGregor. He nodded politely at John, then pointed his flashlight at another grave marker in the …
George’s mattress bucked up like a wild bronco, waking him with a rude start. It jolted back down to earth just as suddenly. He crashed his head against the bed’s wooden headboard and winced in pain. He let a few seconds pass to make certain the room had stopped shaking, Then he sat up carefully …
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“Where’s John?” Brian asked, throwing a nervous glance at the door of the tastefully furnished sitting room. “Why is he always so damned late?” “I’m here,” John called from the stairwell. He rushed into the room panting, fastening the top buttons of his shirt as ran through the door and nearly tripping over his untied …
This piece of speculative fiction addresses the question, “What if John Lennon hadn’t gone to Spain with Brian Epstein in 1963, and stayed home with his wife and newborn son instead?” In this story, set in the spring of 1967, the Fab Four are still in Liverpool, working at remarkably un-fabulous jobs. But Paul arranges …
“Now, what do you think the author is trying to say in this passage from the text?” George Martin asked the four teenagers gathered in a circle around him. “That if the Pilgrim progresses any further, he’s going to get horrible bunions on his feet,” proposed the bespectacled student sitting to his right. The boy …
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