The Norsemore Murders Claud Lowe August 2005 Word Count: 5378

Hearts falling from the sky, Landing into a stormy sea. Love has told my soul good bye, Living in pain under a tree Will this sorrow ever end? Must I always feel the tiger's claw?

12th Feb, 1999 Dear Abi,

Life is a funny thing. This is a story about how we touch people's lives in the most modest ways, changing them forever, and might never know about it...

I walk down the street Tripping on that one stone, That gets in the way, Causing me to fall to the ground. Bruised and battered, I stumble back up And fall back down again.

One day he claims to have shown up late with no legs. The next day no arms. But still he came with flowers.