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HOLD ON TO THE LIGHT
He should’ve gotten on the train. He could’ve been in the countryside with his sister. But he didn’t want to leave Mother in the city. Not with the air raids and bombs falling. Then he had gotten lost trying to get home from the station. The old lady found him and took him to her…
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THE AUCTION
‘Lot 191, ‘The Homecoming’ by H.L. Pritchard.’ ‘This sculpture in the classic Greek style, dating from 1918-19, in bronze. It depicts the artist being held in the arms of her fiancé, Private Graham Colquhoun.’ ‘Ms. Pritchard was inspired to create this work after watching soldiers returning from the First World War being greeted by wives, fiancées…
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AWAKENING IN THE WOODS
Charging through the branches, leaping over roots and bushes, sliding down muddy embankments. Frankie loved the woods behind the playing fields. Lost in a world of her own she had been many things: knights, outlaws, monsters, animals. Here she had space to let her imagination flourish. As the sun began to set the woods took…
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SPOILS OF WAR
‘Don’t cross the border,’ his father had pleaded. Cortez sat on what remained of the balcony. ‘Look at me now, Padre.’ His balcony. It would take hard labour to fix the place up, but he had been doing hard labour his whole life. This time though, the work would be for his benefit, not the…
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THE SOURCE
Frost covered the grass and branches. Well-layered joggers trotted past at various paces. She wrapped her arms around herself, the thick coat and gloves failing to halt the chill. Mothers pushed buggies, couples walked hand-in-hand, dog-walkers pulled leads or were dragged by them, tourists swarmed. She didn’t know what to expect; she hadn’t formed a…
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Iain Kelly 