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‘I was happy to burn.’ Andrea frowned, ‘Really… that’s what she said?’ ‘That’s what she said.’ Andrea leaned back in her chair and pulled her cardigan tighter around her body extending the action until she was protectively hugging herself. ‘I … Continue reading
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What sort of animal am I?
By the perversity of fate my father and I were eligible to fight at the same time. My mother said goodbye to both of us, steadfast and stoic in her ever-present apron with my younger sister on her hip. She … Continue reading
No man’s land
I stood at the top of the stairs this morning, staring at the loft hatch. All I had to do was to reach up, press it in the right place, the hatch would open and the stairs to the … Continue reading
I drew the shrew
First impressions are important and never more so than when a boy meets a girl. There’s more going on below the surface than most of us are aware of. Tom was aware, at least in theory of what he referred … Continue reading
Packing for Patagonia
Our parents drove off leaving a thick cloud of dust swirling in the hot air. We watched as the dust began to settle and then, like a magic trick, our parents were gone. The invisible cord between us had … Continue reading
A Rat Catcher’s Tale
My Grandfather, like countless grandfathers before him, told many stories. What makes a good story well-told is perhaps the unseen legwork behind the delivery. After all, grandfathers have had plenty of time to hone their skills. They have told … Continue reading
Within The World, Without. Or, The Runaways.
Within The World, Without. As children, we’d spend most of our time gazing out into imagined landscapes, but little time gazing in at the confines of the restrictive world around us, the boundaries of which were defined and limited by … Continue reading
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