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“So you think it will finally work this time?” Emily asked, sounding unconvinced as her chihuahua Chi-Chi, tugged against his lead impatiently . “What could go possibly wrong?” Steve replied, attaching the lead to the diamante-encrusted collar of his white poodle Esmeralda. “You’ve asked Sylvie to stop off at Shop-Co to buy pizza for dinner tonight. And I’ve asked Alan to pick up some wine from there too...
RETURN FROM THE STARS Stella considered the young man standing on her doorstop. He looked like he’d raided his grandfather’s wardrobe and had certainly not checked the weather forecast. His face under his woolly hat, was slate-grey, breath escaping in white clouds from blue chapped lips. Behind him, the inky-black sky was i...
‘The day is long and the nights are filled with stars. The seasons, they come and they go. They bring us rainfall and give us sunshine. They make our cattle grow fat and our corn flourish in the fields. But danger hides everywhere, from men and from the beasts. If you take me as your pledged-man, I will safeguard you and worship you, until the moon falls from the sky, the trees touch the stars, and our ancestors return home.’Kobi walked behind the ambling cattle, repeating the age-old vow as he gently twitched...
‘Here she comes!’ Hissed Mary over her shoulder. Gordy must have dropped the red scarf, which is the signal. He’s our lookout, on account of being the only one with a pair of binoculars, but also because he’s in the Scouts. His mission today was to keep an eye on the front door and warn the rest of us, crouching behind the church wall, if it opened, even a crack.Mary is the brains of the outfit, mainly because she’s six months older than the rest of us, and also because she always comes first in arithmetic. Fi...
She turned the corner and there it was. ‘The white, weatherboard house at the end of the street’, was how her mother had always described it. But the street was in fact an avenue. An avenue of remembrance, lined with tall, sturdy, horse-chestnut trees. Their highest branches meeting to form a triumphal arch, that gave the avenue a church-like aspect.The trees had been planted with great ceremony and reverence, after the Great War, by those left behind, grieving and seeking solace in nature. A tree...
“Young man, please tell me you're not serious?” May looked across at Tom, who was busy pouring their tea.“I certainly am,” he replied, sitting down and helping himself to a ginger biscuit. “And why not?”“Why not? Well, it's not...
Living in the UK, working as a copywriter. Postgraduate in History.
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