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A visit with Grandma

Grandma sits in her high-backed upholstered chair. Her eyes are closed; her hands rest lightly on the arms of the chair. I see all of this through the skinny panel window in the door to her room. I knock before entering; her eyes open slowly and she grins when she sees me. 'Come in, Gil.'… Continue reading A visit with Grandma

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The Sandcastle

'You can't do that!' Madeleine yelled. She watched as her brother, Billy, kicked over her sandcastle. 'Mum!' she screamed. She glanced around the beach for her mum. There she was, back with little Ollie, rubbing sunscreen on his body. His hat had an elastic strap under his neck, making his chin look chubbier than usual.… Continue reading The Sandcastle

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Offer for Patricia

'But what will I have to do?' Patricia asked. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep rosy red and she was wringing her hands. 'Oh, it's nothing too dramatic,' Mr Burns replied. 'Pretty cushy, really. Answer telephone calls, grab morning tea orders from staff and phone them through to the cafe. Stationery orders. Greet visitors, sign… Continue reading Offer for Patricia

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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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The doors

'Don't go through the secret door,' the old man whispered. I stopped. Turned. I wasn't even sure I'd heard. 'Don't go through the secret door,' he repeated. His voice was gravelly. He was unkempt; a pungent smell emitted from around him, like he hadn't washed in days and was sitting in his own excrement. I… Continue reading The doors