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“Can you keep a secret?” “Of course!”I cursed at myself internally for answering too fast, too eagerly. I glanced up and saw she probably hadn’t noticed. She looked eager herself, her eyes bright and her whole face full of excitement. A waiter stopped at our table with our coffees. Cappuccino for me, flat white for Em. He flashed a friendly smile and asked if we were ready to order. I glanced over at Em and let her take the lead. If she wanted to ask for another minute so tha...
I dreamt of you the other night. You took me into your arms and held me close. I hid my face in the darkness of your chest. I haven't seen you in years. From the very first moment my eyes met yours, you made me feel nervous. In that conference room, where I would see you once a week for half a year, you seemed so serious. I was shy back then and I barely ever spoke. I would glance over at you, or look at you when you were speaking to the group and ...
You are one hundred years old. Your hands are old and frail and difficult to keep still. Forty years ago, on your sixtieth birthday, you saw the old person looking back at you in the mirror and you did not recognise yourself. You saw someone people had stopped paying attention to years ago. What you did, simply did not matter to anyone else. Everyone was too busy focusing on their own self...
It was a dark and stormy night. Snow shot from the sky, already gathering in large piles. The wind howled like a lone wolf in the darkness. No one in their right mind would be outside on a night like this. In the wind, snowflakes transformed from fluffy cloud pieces to sharp ice daggers. One single figure fought its way through the unforgiving weather. Dressed in thick layers of wool, it moved slowly, working its way Where was it going?The figure squinted its eyes, barely visible through s...
I hate going out to get the post. I hate leaving my safe space in the house; I hate the knot in my stomach as I look over anonymous white envelopes with my name on them. I hate opening them and I hate the tasks they force on me, pay my bills, go to the dentist, it’s always something and it overwhelms me with anxiety. I promised myself I would do it today. Just go and get it. I don’t even have to look at it. I can save that for tomorrow. As I open the door, I see a kitten sitting on my ...
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” Douglas Adams "One hundred years" was shortlisted!
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