Dave Jackson

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“The Sins Of The Fathers” by Dave Jackson

When the American conglomerate, The Brady Group, announced it’s Hostile Takeover of the British retail company Wainwright & Co, eyes naturally turned to the FTSE 100 Index and The Dow Jones Average in an effort to make sense of it.Hostile takeovers are exceptionally rare. This one had been particularly brutal, as had been noted by The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times, both of which had much to say on the matter. Sir Michael Wainwright sat in his oak-panelled boardroom surrounded...

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“Five Matzos” by Dave Jackson

Rabbi Pesach Lieberman reverently laid the matzo on the makeshift bench. Passover had always been the holiday closest to his heart. Possibly it was because his given name Pesach meant “Passover” in Hebrew or maybe it was because he had never forgotten the old days when he and his brothers, sisters and parents used to cluster around a glittering festival laden table, old and young converging together to celebrate a three thousand year old miracle.Today’s celebration, however, was goi...

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“Lot 317” by Dave Jackson

Do you see this book that I’m holding? It’s Oliver Twist. Umpteenth edition and heavily foxed throughout. See those brown spots? That’s what we in the trade call foxing. I won’t bore you with the chemical process which causes it. Suffice to say, a collector wouldn’t touch it. Totally worthless!I’d originally only popped over to view a set of Thackeray bound in fine Moroccan, but, before I can sally forth from the old two up, two down, the memsahib starts harping on about a chest of drawers for the spare room and orders m...

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“A Foul Deed” by Dave Jackson

London. 1497 A.D.Last night, the Cardinal summoned me. His servants were hammering on my door at nigh on ten of the clock. My steward Bartholomew answered it, enquiring if they knew what time it was. They replied that the Cardinal’s business was a twenty-four hour one.

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Hates Mondays, loves to write.

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