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flashbacks

There were huge spiders in there and earwigs and loads of cobwebs. There were times we slept under the table, perhaps it was before the shelter was put in…”   by christine tothill     My Nana was very sweet to me, my sort of substitute mother in my mind.…

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cheerful pie

Her crinkled, dark hands are steady as she brushes the tops of the leaves with beaten egg, and she stands back, hands on her hips to look at our work….”   by christine tothill   Aunty Bobs brushes beaten egg on the pie crust and I cut a shape with…

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archie’s chapel

Archie isn’t religious. He likes to read out loud, he likes people to listen to him reading out loud. He loves an audience….”   by christine tothill   Archie ducks his head as he enters his Chapel. He will prepare for the evening service: he turns the heating on, cuts…

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the things i miss

And I miss you when you didn’t come back on the day I didn’t say goodbye, we didn’t kiss, we didn’t embrace, we were too busy, too wrapped up with getting ready for the day….”   by christine tothill   I miss you. I miss your knickers on the floor…

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frog’s legs

I do miss her; knew more than me, more stuff than I’ll ever know I suppose. Wished I’d asked her more. She always wanted to know about me, what I was up to. She had to know, brushing her past aside, my questions unanswered…”   by christine tothill   Eggs,…

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bling

His eyes are dark and they look sort of gypsyish with a nice cosy way about them but now and then if I shut my eyes quick and look up again they are wicked and cruel…”   by christine tothill   Bling, I will call him, chats me up over…

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off line

He is lonely. Quin makes a habit of meeting women from internet chat rooms to eat with, drink with and perhaps if very lucky mate with. None have repeated the experience and Quin is waiting for the latest chat up girl, the one he feels is the answer to his…

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mr. somebody

I took my book from my bag and flipped through it checking things I knew and skimmed over things I knew I wouldn’t take in at the last moment, trying to make my mind work faster than normal….”   by christine tothill   He was sitting opposite me, his legs…

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imprisoned

The other rooms are clear and the floor is tidy you look for the black cloud but all you see is brightness…..”   by christine tothill   You walk along in life and then BANG it comes up like a black cloud covering you, surrounding you. You can’t breathe or…

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