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Continue reading →: Day 13 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Insignificant Woman No. 2
Sometimes a personality comes into your life, touches you in a way you can barely describe and then leaves, never to be seen again. You’re left with an indelible mark on your soul which the years cannot touch and you simply can’t deny, even if you wanted to, though words…
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Continue reading →: Day 12 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Daniel in the Den
Daniel Fort looked at the great wrought-iron gates looming in front of him and stared through the bars. He could see them all milling around, some in packs, others alone or in twos. Some had already noticed him and were watching carefully. Once again, Daniel wondered to himself: did he…
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Continue reading →: Day 11 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Fish
Aleyn held the coregonus albula in his hands and looked down at it in amazement. The young boy couldn’t believe his luck. Although he’d never caught one before, he’d seen this fish many times in his books on fishing and fishes. He knew that this fish – known more commonly…
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Continue reading →: Day 10 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Insignificant Woman no. 1
The end of the Seventies was a difficult and confused period – not just for myself having moved from the north of England to the Midlands – but for the country. Ordinary people were both delighted and dismayed with Margaret Thatcher’s rise to power as the first female Prime Minister…
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Continue reading →: Day 9 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Babu
Babu looks out over the green fields from high up in the Mango tree and grins. She can see for miles around: green fields with men working hard to harvest the rice from the paddy fields. The Bengali sun is beating down hard and the leaves of the mango tree…
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Continue reading →: Day 8 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Man in the Attic
I wake up in pitch blackness and have no idea where I am. Again. I’m sweating but not sure if it’s from fear or how warm and clammy it is up here. I fumble around trying to get my bearings. I can’t even see my hands. Then I remember. I…
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Continue reading →: Day 7 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Into the Dark Woods
Terry Harvey is dead. There’s no doubt of it all. He’s absolutely a dead man. His mam is going to kill him when she sees what he’s done to his brand new trousers. Jimmy stood half in the stream not unsympathetic to his best friend’s whimpering as he tried to…
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Continue reading →: Day 6 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Old Man on the Beach
There is a beach, not that far from where I live, which enjoys relative seclusion. When the weather is nice (not something that happens often in northern climes) it is a good place to stretch one’s legs. The beach itself is uneven and rocky with irregular patches of clear sand…
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Continue reading →: Day 5 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Sitar
Sakthivel looked up from his workbench and out down the piece of wood he had spent the morning carefully carving into the shape of an elephant’s head. The little bells at the door had tinkled indicating a customer had entered the shop. “Hello?” called a voice, gruff, impatient and certainly…
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Continue reading →: Day 4 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Jazz Gig
How life turns on single penny! How the outcomes of one’s life rest on a myriad number of decisions and indecisions each of which have altered the course so greatly that if you took all of them and reversed them completely the life you would have lived you might not…
