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‘Yeah, well… boys will be boys,’ he says.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Just that you shouldn’t read anything into it.’
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‘Yeah, well… boys will be boys,’ he says.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Just that you shouldn’t read anything into it.’
Continue readingHe could sit here forever and be happy. He’s said that too. More than once.
‘Do you know what? I’m happy, so I am. Really, I am.’
His disappearance has left me out of kilter, and unbalanced. Facing east, I stop in my tracks, as if waiting for the signal to continue, waiting for the nod. But the man I always nod to is not there…
Continue readingThey cling to the branches a little longer this year, and it takes a second storm to scatter them. One rainy morning she rakes them into a pile, and the loamy smell sparks a memory. Abby’s voice caught in the drizzle.
“I never know if this is the beginning or the end.”
‘Cumulospiration,’ he said, and watched as she stretched out her hand and tried to grasp it. A small sigh as it vanished.
‘Gone,’ she said. And he shared her disappointment.
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