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    <title><![CDATA[Short Story: On Never Going Back]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://anecdotes.over-blog.com/2018/03/short-story-on-never-going-back-published-on-mookychick.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2018 07:04:27 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[First Published on Mookychick, February, 2018 First Published on Mooky Chick 24, February 2018  https://www.mookychick.co.uk/opinion/your-fiction/never-going-back-short-story-jill-culiner.php
First Published on Mooky Chick 24, February 2018 https://www.mookychick.co.uk/opinion/your-fiction/never-going-back-short-story-jill-culiner.php... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Excerpt from my mystery, Sad Summer in Biarritz]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2018 16:25:17 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Sunday, July 24th I DECIDED TO MAKE an effort, conform to the public idea of fun, join those who lie on the beach, who paddle about in the greyish sea. Perhaps it would be a gratifying experience. Doesn’t everyone claim such activities are pleasurable?... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <link><![CDATA[https://anecdotes.over-blog.com/2016/12/5867d2f7-7cbc.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2016 07:33:11 +0100</pubDate>
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        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Eight: In Hungary]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2016 13:30:45 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[“When the Russian Air Force had bases here in Hungary, those were good times,” said Tarzan, a hugely fat man with long, drooping moustaches and the over-developed biceps that gained him his nickname. “You could get anything by trading in those days, schnapps... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Seven: Romance on the Bus Going North From Charlotte]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2016 17:21:28 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Across the aisle and one seat ahead, a woman, dressed in a ridiculously frilly yet provocatively sexy outfit, is reading a romance. She hasn’t hidden it between the pages of The New Yorker or some sophisticated tome. No, she’s quite open about her tastes.... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Six: On Another Planet Altogether]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://anecdotes.over-blog.com/2016/03/on-another-planet-altogether.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2016 09:46:05 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I leave the bus in Thunder Bay, determined to see what’s left of the past in this city once called Prince Arthur's Landing — its name was changed because some felt the word “Landing” was down-market, implied a temporary arrival place for poor immigrants.... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Five: Potatoes]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2016 10:20:06 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The greyhound bus stops at an abandoned gas station and I get out. I feel quite excited; this is my first visit to the Potato State, Idaho, to this small town, chosen randomly on a map. Today will be a day of adventure, discovery. A very different sort... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Four: The L-Shaped House]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2016 11:52:46 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[It was a dreary, dusty Turkish town a few miles from the sea, surrounded by exquisite fjords that make Norway look a trifle dull. I took up residence in the only hotel willing to accept a woman — there were two of them, grubby places where sheets were... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Three: The Night Train from Budapest to Köln]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2016 15:07:46 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[In the bar of the night train, two men at the table next to mine, a brash extrovert and his walrus-moustached straight man, are speaking a language that is, for me, indefinable. Perhaps they notice me observing them? “Come. Join us!” shouts the extrovert... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette Two: In the Bus Station]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2016 13:07:10 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[It was that time of the night when dreams of the unattainable — a warm room, a bed, crisp, clean sheets, a heavy quilt — become obsessional. We, dejected travellers, sat on uncomfortable plastic chairs surrounding plastic tables covered with plastic tablecloths... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Vignette One: The Nature Lover]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2016 12:45:53 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Roland — he sold bad paintings, crucifixes and clocks at the Dasing flea market — invited me to the greasy spoon just across the parking lot to have a coffee. He also encouraged me to have a piece of cake. “Why not live it up.” “I don’t really like sweet... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Culiner]]></dc:creator>
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