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Past lives

For mum, it was all a bit prosaic - she was called Gillian she had on ugly shoes she was at the edge of a cliff- but didn't jump until later when taken back to smallhold drudgery

The Sheep Who Lived On The Roof

A simple tale about first love, eccentricity, the shaking off of prejudice and preconception and, of course, about sheep who live on roofs.
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The packet of hair dye that wanted to be a glue stick

Once upon a time, there lived a packet of hair dye that dressed like a nostalgic glue stick.
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A Saxon's Tale

It was more than sixty days since Eadwynne had wept as we left, begging us not to go. But as I kissed her, and our daughter, Leofwynne, I promised her we would return.

From Highbury to Emirates or A Long Way for Some

From Highbury to Emirates is a long way for some.

River Girl

Deep and blue, like the vastest Seas, Unfathomable, unknown, exciting and exotic,

Old Mother Thames

Old Mother Thames Calor Gas Stoves and chemical toilets – twelve volts buzz…… First light sweet birdsong chimes to morning Sun The Metropolis waking -
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Tom - Part 2

Second part of the piece posted earlier in the week. 1,200 words.
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Mrs F***

By day, she is a paragon Of temperance and propriety She sits, and knits, and sups oolong With pillars of society Reflecting solemnly upon Their lives of strict sobriety

True

I live in the world of the midnight grey.

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