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Sara dug her foot into the earth with unnecessary force. The ground resisted a little, frozen over with crisp leaves burnt orange, parchment yellow, a little cerise at the edges. She snorted. A short, sharp sound. A fellow visitor to the Kenton Apple Orchard turned at the noise, looked at her with alarm, pulled their child a little closer to them. It was annoying to her, how she thought about colours now. Five years ago,...
Thursday afternoons always filled me with dread. Maybe dread is the wrong word. They were ominous to me. Like the threat of something terrible happening hung over me like a fog. It would start around 10pm the night before, and last for half an hour or so after the lesson was finished. ‘You’re reading too much into it’ Andy would say, in that incredibly aggravating tone husbands and wives save for one another. ‘It’s just ...
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