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MOVING TIME
The books could go. She was never going to have the time to read all of them again anyway. She would pick one, maybe two. The rest could go to the charity shop. Sun rays broke through the window. She wouldn’t miss the view of the neighbour’s roof, but she would miss the memories of…
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THE BRIDGE BETWEEN LOVE AND DEATH
The bridge at dusk. A romantic affair, a couple joined arm-in-arm, leaning against the side wall, exchanging stolen kisses and private smiles. How she longed for that to be her life. Instead she waited for her contact. Five minutes past the hour. They were late. How long before she aborted? The couple resumed their evening…
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WHEN WE DANCE
When she danced, she left behind the grey walls and barred windows. She broke free from all that restrained her and held her back. Her world came to life in glorious technicolour and barriers fell away. She could feel the music flowing through her. It was more than an urge or a desire, it was…
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Iain Kelly 