Tag: metaphor
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ROOTS

‘Such beautiful hair. No idea where you get it from.’ Her father smiled down at her, running his fingers through her light natural curls. She sat on his knee looking up at his proud smile and bald head. What a mess she thought, staring in the mirror. Dressed in black, her hair a tangled mess…
Iain Kelly
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SURVIVORS

Billy sat on top of the hill looking down on the town where he had grown up. The filling station was the only building with lights on. From here it was as though nothing had changed. Two grey warships sat out at sea. Soon he would return to one of them and spend another few…
Iain Kelly