Tag: story
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DRESSING UP
She should love it: the one night of the year she could really be herself. She could wear the full uniform with pride. The black pointy hat, the black corset and flowing skirt, the striped stockings and uncomfortable clogs. She could take the old broomstick, consigned to the indignity of sweeping floors for the rest…
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TIDAL WAVES
Hands in her pockets, Elizabeth looked down from the top of the cliffs. The tide had receded gradually over the afternoon, revealing the seaweed-covered rocks, sand and pebbles of the seabed. The memory of the place was burned into her mind after ten years of constantly returning. The erosion of the waves hadn’t changed the…
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A MEMORABLE MOMENT
Archie stood contemplating the winter sun set. ‘What a lovely moment,’ Archie sighed. ‘If you say so,’ said Agnes, shivering and stamping her cold feet. ‘Can we go now?’ ‘We could just cross the river here rather than walking all the way back to the bridge,’ Archie suggested. The water level was low. Before Agnes…
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THE BURNING MONK
Sayadaw Ashin Nanda bowed his head. A steady stream of vehicles passed by. Drivers stared at the monk. Fingering his prayer beads, he asked for answers. The noise of the city faded into the background. He tried to recall what the scene would have looked like fifty years ago. *** Thích Quảng Đức, the Vietnamese…
Iain Kelly 