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The Skater

"I can't wait Beatie can you, just think we've been let out for the day, even if we have to take our Zimmers with us." The old lady smiled, displaying a set of overlarge, too white dentures. "And I want to go to 'Arrods I aven't been there for years."

Rambling

Lucy's old Metro gave a chesty groan as it came to a halt outside the cottage. She sat in the driver's seat surveying the scene. An idyllic cottage strewn with climbing roses which was set in the midst of a wild flowering orchard. She poked her head out of the car window and let the heat fall heavy onto her face. She looked up at the sky and noticed it was the same colour blue as that depicted on water colour paintings.

The Moonstone

She paused at the veranda near to the restaurant. The rain had ceased and the air was warm but not close. The nearby rocks took on a polished appearance as waves lapped across them, illuminated by small white lights woven into palm trees fringing a tempestuous beach. A magical place, she thought. Quiet. A place where wishes came true. She buried her head in her hands. My daughter is dead. She can't see any of this. Her crying disappeared with the echo of the Indian Ocean.

Loving Elvis

The room was crowded. Becky had insisted that I went with her. "You can't stay at home moping forever, it's been nearly a year, she said, "broken romances...that's life. She pushed me to the front of the stage and a voice from the darkness boomed, "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to...

The Stolen Bride

A tale to bridge the cultural divide