Tag: imagination
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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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UNWANTED GIFTS
Why would Santa bring her these, Matilda thought staring at the teddy bears sat next to her in the car. He must know she was six now, already had plenty of cuddly toys, and they were definitely not on the list she had sent him. And why had he delivered them to Granny’s house? When…
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SHADOWS FROM THE PAST
Frankie stood waiting in the dark gloom. He pulled his jacket collar up as the cold air bit into his face. Looking across the black river there was a concert on at the new hall which was lit up in luminous red, pink and orange. The sweeping lights cast colourful shadows that reflected on the water and…
Iain Kelly 