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school photos 13
My senses sharpened as if on the pointed end of a stick, slowly being turned, and hardened in the flames of a fire. Some part of me observed my body...
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Postman Pat and The Privatised Cat
‘What’s that you’re whistling granda,’ asked Amy, with her pert little nose in the air and a disdainful look that suggested she already knew—...
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on the last day of Christmas
Sometimes it’s better not to be born. I’m a dreamer. That’s worse than being normal. I play that tune in my head and look out the eight floor window...
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school photos
The little girl went down in the slush, not hard, the way adults do, but in that soft boned sprawling way kids have. She was a cute little thing in...
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Bystander
Life meant life when I was young and stories started at the beginning with Hen-Len and Chicken-Licken and the sky falling down. I was born to a...
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