Through those last months with Matt I believed I would never again hear Westminster chimes with pleasure, reassuring sounds of my childhood seemed sullied forever. I had thought the Personal Organizer he brought home last Spring was just another electronic toy that would soon bore him. But as our garden burned with Summer blooms, it…
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The doorbell rang. Sarah emptied her glass and placed it by the opened Beaujolais and second wine glass. Her dress was the colour of wet slates, the colour of her mood she thought as she walked to the door.‘Come in, Stuart,’ she said, radiating a smile that never touched her eyes. Stuart stepped into the…
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Eleanor tucked herself tightly into the corner of the sofa and flicked through the colour supplement, licking a fingertip between each turn – licking, flicking, licking, flicking. Jude filled the rest of the space, long limbs bent to fit, face and chest covered by the sports pages that rose and fell with his erratic breathing.…
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From the damp stone wall the oppressive timepiece hammered out the death throes of a spirit: tock, tock, tock. The man fought to disassociate from the callous beat that marched down time, leaning back into the sharp bench slats and forcing his hard fists against his ears. Anything to block the unrelenting beat. He thought…
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Final day of The 12 Days of Christmas. Final gift. And more possibilities. What will the future hold?
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11th Night and more surprising gifts. House and garden full. What will tomorrow bring?
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marilyn unmasked 