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MOTIONS
‘That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.’ ‘Aachoo!’ ‘Bless you.’ ‘Sorry.’ *** It should have been a warning sign, a red flag. I should have realised the romance was over then. Now here we are, decades of existing later, but not living, not really. He still buys me…
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FERTILISATION
The flowers have come up well this year. White and red, her favourite colours. She arrives. I hope to impress. She glances at them, nods a little, makes a note on her clipboard. It’s over in less than ten minutes and she’s gone. All that work. A week later. The results are emailed to the…
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THE DISAPPEARED
P for Protection. That’s what he thought anyway, huddled under the El track. Every ten minutes the shudder of the metal stanchion and the clackety roar reminded him he was still alive. Frank from the Pizza place came out and nodded to him. Handed him a coffee and a leftover slice. Their evening routine. ‘Any…
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SIGN YOUR NAME
‘Add your name.’ There wasn’t much space left on the walls. What had once been grey concrete was now covered in garish name-tags. I found a small corner. ‘Not there,’ Marguerite stopped me. ‘Front and centre.’ ‘There’s no space.’ ‘There’s always room for one more.’ The old lady pointed to a spot in the middle…
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CONSEQUENCES
When he was admitted to the hospital, she put the chair out in his favourite spot in the corner of the garden. She couldn’t visit him, so she sat next to the chair and spoke to him as though he was still there. She kept the chair there all through lockdown, even after she knew…
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