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ROOTS
Ma roots is in Barbados, so ma Mama tells me all d’time. ‘Yo was born there, Ah was born there, yo grandaddy was born there. Dat’s where yo is from.’ Funny ting is, Ah feel no connection to dat far off place at all. We left there when Ah wasn’t even one year old, part…
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COLOURBLIND
I can only see one colour. Of all the colours I would have chosen to see the world in, this wouldn’t be it. It’s not red: filled with passion, love, lust or danger. It’s not yellow: warm, welcoming, bursting with life. It’s not blue: cool, calm, serene. No, it’s grey. Dull, drab, neutral, washed-out grey.…
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LAY ME DOWN HERE IN THE SHADE IN THIS SMALL HOLLOW IN THE GROUND
Lay me down here in the shade in this small hollow in the ground, Let the rush of the world pass me by, Lay me down and let me rest awhile, Take the weight off my shoulders for I can carry it no longer, Release my burden for I am too old to carry on,…
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BEYOND THE LIGHT
Beyond the trees the light shone. If they could just make it through the darkness of the forest they would survive. He rallied his men, ‘One last effort, push through!’ Bullets flew, splinters of wood stung, shells exploded, dirt and debris sprayed around them. Gradually they made the advance up the slope. Higgins fell, Young…
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FATEFUL DECISION
He had reached a crossroads. It was now or never. Should he ask her or not? They had been getting on well. He wasn’t great at reading these sort of situations but there was definite chemistry between them. While at work they sought each other out to chat, there was laughter, there was smiling. Come…
Iain Kelly 