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Shelley and Christabel

'I don't want to explain it again!' Shelley squeals. 'Well you might have to,' Shelley's aunt, Christabel, responds. Shelley huffs and crosses her arms in protest. She loves living with Aunt Christabel, but she is extremely strict. Shelley was moved to Christabel's home by the department, after months of living on the streets and couch… Continue reading Shelley and Christabel

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Reality

Slumped at her dining table while her two children, Betty who's 4 and Harold, 2, have a day nap, Melissa silently sobs. Coloured paper covers the table, the scissors lie beside her arm and a slip of paper waves at her from the the tip of glue stick. It's almost taunting her, reminding her of… Continue reading Reality

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Moving on

'Honestly, he's not worth it,' Ella whispered. She was rubbing the back of her twin sister, Lucia, who was bent over the toilet bowl. Ella pulled Lucia's hair away from her face. 'Luce,' Ella murmured. 'Come on, sit back. Tell me what happened.' Ella pulled her sister into her arms and held her as she… Continue reading Moving on

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At the hospital

Barb sits in the stark waiting area of the hospital. She checks her watch. Four hours. Two since someone had last slammed through those double doors and said anything about Mel's condition. Barb wonders why she's still there. She doesn't even know Mel. The doors swing open again. A doctor strides towards her. 'Barb? I'm… Continue reading At the hospital

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Walking Away

'I am overjoyed for you,' Maggie said with a smile. She was forcing it, she knew. Her tone of voice was wooden, the smile stiff and toothy. Milton didn't seem to have noticed though. He was busy preening. Pushing his hair back from his forehead. Smoothing his hands over his tight-fitting shirt. Chest out. Shoulders… Continue reading Walking Away