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Quarterly Meeting

Each quarter, the swim team met for an intensive performance meeting. Carrie walked into the room feeling heavy and sad. She slumped into a seat at the head of the table, next to Herbert, the team manager. 'Carrie,' he murmured. 'You good?' 'As well as can be expected, Herb.' She felt, rather than knew, what… Continue reading Quarterly Meeting

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After she’s gone

The screen goes blank. I bang on its side, trying to bash it back to life. Nothing. 'Don't do that!' Dad yells. 'That costs a lot of money, you know.' 'Yeah, well it's useless now.' I push my chair back; it falls down with a crash as I stomp away. 'Let me have a look.'… Continue reading After she’s gone

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The aftermath

This is Part 2. Click here if you wish to read Part 1   In the aftermath, it was hard to make sense of what happened. But I remembered a few details, which I dutifully told the police when they arrived. Marty and I had been sitting out the front of the complex. His arm… Continue reading The aftermath

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Maggie at the park

Maggie leaps across the puddle to catch up. Her daughter is running ahead; it's amazing how fast toddlers can be. Nobody ever tells you that. In every book, there's no mention that they are quick little buggers. It's one of life's allusions, Maggie reckons, that parents can keep up with their children. 'Peggy! Wait for… Continue reading Maggie at the park

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Words don’t come easy

Inspiration comes in many forms. Or none at all. Today, for me, it's the latter. I'm supposed to be working, yet after only a week's hiatus for the Easter break, I am coming up short on ideas, words, sources, everything. It seems there is an unauthorised ban on structured, coherent thoughts inside my brain. My… Continue reading Words don’t come easy