Found Object
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I am a little God of tarnished silver lying silently in the grass. A secret thing, hidden by earth waiting to be discovered.
Fiction
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Freedom
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He closed his eyes and imagined the sea. The smell was wrong, the dryness, the sootiness of the air, it was all wrong. But if he closed his eyes and just listened, then the sound, the sound was just right. The sound of the sea. He stood still underneath the tower block, eyes firmly shut,…
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Letters
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There was a flap on the letter box, which would rattle, rat-a-tat-a-tat, as the mail landed on the mat with an empty thud, and Mary would watch for it every morning, waiting for it to arrive. Every morning without fail she did this. Though she couldn’t say why. Not exactly.
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The Portfolio
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I’m creating a portfolio. Day by day, bit by bit. Have been for many years now. What I do is this. I visit the train station and I sit and wait. I’m looking for expressions. There’s one in particular I have yet to find. I want to capture that look in a person’s eyes when…
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Homecoming
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Here he comes again. It’s eleven thirty, the time when he comes in for his tea. He orders it with lemon. On the menu it’s listed as Russian tea but no-one really knows why. “Do they really drink it this way in Russia?” he asked the first time. “I don’t know. I suppose they must
