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SURVIVAL
I tried not to vomit as I peeled the fetid sock away from my foot. It came off in tattered patches, stuck to the putrid flesh underneath. The pain was excruciating. I had to look. It wasn’t my foot any longer. I didn’t recognise it. It was just a lump of red-purple meat. There were…
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I SWEAR
I swore fidelity to the crown and to my husband. I knew as I uttered the words to both, solemnly and with reverence, that I would keep neither. The marriage was arranged and brokered between the families. A marriage of business and politics. It was polite and kind and never hurtful, but it was passionless…
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DIEGO ARMANDO MARADONA
‘To watch him play football was to watch a great artist at work. Once he had the ball at his feet, it was impossible to retrieve it without fouling him.’ ‘Come on. He rode that gravy train like all these other overpaid footballers.’ ‘You’re too young to understand. Before him there was no gravy train.…
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WITH ALL DUE RESPECT
‘I beg your pardon?’ I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. Who did this impertinent little person think they were? ‘I was just wondering if it wasn’t best to just admit we got it wrong?’ ‘Who are you?’ ‘Erm, I’m Nigel Billingsworth.’ I waited for him to say more. ‘Public Relations Assistant.’ Another pause. ‘Culture…
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