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Papercuts In Her Heart
The words unfold on the page like proverbial breadcombs, a leading trail to her broken heart.
An image flashes in her mirror, a figure of sorrow with pools of tears in her eyes.
The edges of the letter are jagged like the words encased within. The creases in the paper and on her face give lie to the freshness of her grief.
Surely after all this time the wound has healed? Alas, in her mind she is young still and the telegram has arrived.
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20:20 Vission
His strong rugged jaw sat well beneath the face of a very interesting individual. From the way he spoke and the fine Armani suit that adorned his strong muscular frame suggested, he had money!.
Senora Caltazy would have assesed the approaching individual as either a film star, a succesfull businessman or a blody good criminal. The gold Rolex on his left wrist glinted in the early evening sun as he strode towards her with an ease of confidance and an air about him that made people feel at eas...
Last Kiss
Maybe fate brought us together. Maybe fate separated us forever.
I do recall now, the first time we met. Your smile filled my life with warmth and sunshine. I still remember the smell of the rain, fresh on the pavement. That July night, the beat of my heart, pounding frantically, everything came rushing back to me. I remember the sweet aroma of roses dancing around us. I still remember the feel of your lips, the safeness of your arms, the life that you had, that coloured mine with warm ...
The Thorny Love Story
It was the day I saw you, the day I fell in love with you. How was I to know that I was not meant to fall in love with you, as it will be a tragedy ending? It was my first ever ball that I was going to attended. I was seventeen. I was naïve. As I was faking to have fun at the ball, you showed up. The lights, the party and the ball gowns were faded away until you came up to me and said hello. You had rich brown hair and honey suckled eyes that were very warm to look at. I was wondering who you w...
The Man Who Thought It Was Thursday
Grass is green, unless it as been scorched by the sun or painted blue by someone who as time on their hands and a over abundance of red paint. Sometimes days are longer than they appear to be especially in the summer when it gets darker later and lighter earlier. Seconds turn into minutes which turn into hours which become days that evolve into weeks which become months that eventually become years.
Once upon a Saturday morning a man woke up trying to remember just what the hell it ...
The Walrus Was A Plane Spotter
One day in Athens in Greece it was a perfectly gorgeous hot sunny day, which was normal for this time of year. A couple of tourists haggled with a street vendor about the price of a souvenier which they thought would look very nice on granma's mantlepiece, again this was perfectly normal. Two smartly dressed business men sat at a table and ordered two greek salads and two coffees this was quite normal. Across the street a walrus was window shopping which wasn't.
On this particular day...
Wildebeeste In My Soup.
One day on the Massai Mara it wasn't raining, in fact it hadn't rained for quite some time, not that, that had anything to do with the drama that was about to unfold, and the herd of Wildebeeste was getting restless. It was also getting bigger and bigger, and the bigger it got the more restless it got.
Close by an Hyena watched with apparent disinterest, it chortled quietly to itself and watched the drama unfold. Somewhere not to far away a pride of lions brought down a wildebeeste and ...
A Family Flees Kosovo (1999)
When we knew we were close to Albania, we dressed our sixteen-year-old son up as a girl so the soldiers wouldn't take him from us. We were fortunate. The soldiers only glanced at him and asked where his husband was. All they took were family photographs: five large books we had filled since my grandmother's time. They dropped the books into a fire and told us to move on. The relief we felt! But, as we walked, we saw other families handing over photographs and all of these being dropped i...