LIFE SAVING

It started when he dropped a coin into an unused ashtray. Later, silver was deliberately separated and stored in pleasantly smelling tobacco tins. Now, on his ‘saving for a rainy day’ mission, notes from the weekly pension are hidden between pages of books no one will ever touch. His future[…]

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IT’S TIME

Father never allows me to cut with his scythe. Despite the blisters on his weathered hands and his old, aching body, ‘no’ is always the answer. Today, as he stops to rest his tired limbs, I ask him once more. He runs his thumb over the sharp, shiny blade, strokes[…]

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THE GIRL ON THE METRO

I stopped reading to check out who had taken the seat opposite. She had flowing, brown hair. About my age. But a great deal prettier. Wearing far too much make-up. If I had her face, I wouldn’t be covering it up with a layer of paint; I would be flaunting[…]

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NO SENSE AT ALL

I didn’t have the sense to trust my nose. Perfume on his shirt; too sweet to be his and too strong to be mine. Touch also let me down. His heavy hand on my shoulder; rather business like than pleasure. My hearing was more loyal. I heard soft whispers behind[…]

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SOILED

Everything about her life is immaculately clean and tidy; apart from her two boys. She lives a ‘Mary Kondo’ existence, disturbed only by her sons’ filthy sportswear, snotty noses and those grubby fingerprints clinging to door handles. Even their conception had been clinical; no need for the mess of a[…]

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KEEPING MY COOL

I slide across the warm pine seating into the dimly lit corner. With a friendly ‘hello’, the only other occupant shuffles clumsily towards me. Uncomfortably close. ‘Not a great sauna, this one.’ I don’t respond. I’m not here to talk. ‘Asian countries do it best. Real coal, real water. Menthol.[…]

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IAN DURY’S SOLAR POWERED MUSICAL BENCH, IN RICHMOND PARK.

Sue had always loved Ian Dury. She’d attended more of his concerts than she cared to remember. Her visit to his famous musical bench was her last significant outing. Sitting there, listening to his recordings, had given her ‘reasons to be cheerful’. Weeks later, she passed away. Paul, her husband,[…]

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END GAME

It had become a game. One played out in absolute silence. A game without rules. Every morning, I wrote a note and placed it deep in his lunch box. A thought, an idea, or a question. I never missed a day. He never acknowledged or commented. I never asked, though[…]

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AN ACT IN TWO HALVES

The kids’ screams of ‘look behind you’ bounce across the stage. Every time young Jack spins round, the giant is never there. Of course he isn’t. It’s never that simple. That’s not the same for me. I don’t need to look behind. I know exactly where she is. Her left[…]

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CYCLE

The sound of perfection. Bicycle chains and bikers’ breathing, oiled gears and smooth tyres. Finely tuned harmonies rising from the choreographed band, accompanying the flashes of colour, backed-up with its own wind. Individuals working in unison, all waiting to orchestrate a solo break. As they zip by, they create their[…]

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