<description>&lt;p&gt;She had the dream, the dream they all did. The difference was, that she had the means to make that dream come true. She &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;just pack up and leave. &lt;/p&gt;
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She had the dream, the dream they all did. The difference was, that she had the means to make that dream come true. She could just pack up and leave. 
Produced by Postie.

No Escape

<description>&lt;p&gt;He just wanted some peace at work. It was crowded with people seeking advancement, constant agenda driven behaviour, courtesy-less teamwork and it was exhausting. Just once, he&amp;#39;d liked to be the one people listened to. It was time to escape. Produced by Postie, photo by Feyza (@asumaani) and inspiration from Will &amp;amp; Steph (@picniccafehobart)&lt;/p&gt;
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He just wanted some peace at work. It was crowded with people seeking advancement, constant agenda driven behaviour, courtesy-less teamwork and it was exhausting. Just once, he&#39;d liked to be the one people listened to. It was time to escape. Produced by Postie, photo by Feyza (@asumaani) and inspiration from Will &amp; Steph (@picniccafehobart)

Escape

<description>&lt;p&gt;Sneaking past the blue bike in the laundry was the hardest. Everything was crammed in so tight it was hard to manoeuvre. Produced by Postie, photo by Leandro Boogalu.

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Sneaking past the blue bike in the laundry was the hardest. Everything was crammed in so tight it was hard to manoeuvre. Produced by Postie, photo by Leandro Boogalu.

Flying

<description>&lt;p&gt;It smelt of dust, stale air and old memories. The sun light filtered through the window as the motes flew around the room in the wake of his footsteps. Once it was empty, a room of promises; a study, a nursery, a sewing room, guestroom and now... Storage. Produced by Postie, photo by Pexels.

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It smelt of dust, stale air and old memories. The sun light filtered through the window as the motes flew around the room in the wake of his footsteps. Once it was empty, a room of promises; a study, a nursery, a sewing room, guestroom and now... Storage. Produced by Postie, photo by Pexels.

Memory Attic

<description>&lt;p&gt;Mr MacGregor saw the unfolding of the Big Bank Robbery as he shuffled down the street. It was another hot day, the ground baked and the air dripped, and his town clothes were now coated in a fine layer of dust from the roadside. Produced by Postie, image by &lt;a href="https://pixabay.com/users/rayphotosperth-156569/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=265842"&gt;Ray Marsh&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=265842"&gt;Pixabay&lt;/a&gt;



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Mr MacGregor saw the unfolding of the Big Bank Robbery as he shuffled down the street. It was another hot day, the ground baked and the air dripped, and his town clothes were now coated in a fine layer of dust from the roadside. Produced by Postie, image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/rayphotosperth-156569/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=265842">Ray Marsh</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=265842">Pixabay</a>

The Big Bank Robbery

The award winning short fiction podcast on village life - In no particular order.

Three Corners is just your average small town. But like all small towns, scratch the surface, and you’ll be surprised at what you find underneath. In that sense Three Corners is really no different to any other small town I know, except perhaps, for some of the characters you might meet.

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