October 31st. All Hallow’s Eve. The one night of the year when it is ok, expected even, for the young to be little monsters. To scare and chill and make people scream. To put on masks, costumes, face paint to … Continue reading →
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She could sense somebody towering over her. “You’re late!” With her eyes fixed on her magazine she continued, “We’re going to start packing up in about half an hour. I’m not handing out any refunds if you can’t get your … Continue reading →
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Nothing ever changes. Father’s big burgundy cushioned chair, his favourite, is in the same place against the wall, situated on a bird-floral sisal rug. I remember how father used to say, “It’s not that you are what you eat. It’s … Continue reading →
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