Tag: graveyard
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INVITATION
‘Do come in,’ she beckoned to the people passing her gate. They veered away from the old crone. When she was younger they had come more easily, enticed by her warm, youthful face. Back then the community had been poorer. Beggars who lived on the streets and cripples returning from the war had gladly accepted…
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THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET
There’s a graveyard at the end of my street. I’ve walked round it since I could walk. I’ve read the tombstones since I could read. Over the years I have written the life stories of the people buried there. There’s one grave that memorialises three generations of one family. The father, son and grandson. They all…
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TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS
Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. ‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…
Iain Kelly 