Tag: #writephoto
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THE LAST BELL TOLLS

A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. ‘I’ve missed this,’ the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. ‘Me too,’ the boy…
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TOGETHER

‘You take it for granted, our time together.’ He laughed at her. ‘Why shouldn’t I? Nothing is ever going to stop us spending time together.’ The sun set as they walked along the beach. It was a beautiful, romantic evening. ‘What if your wife found out?’ ‘Would that stop us? Maybe it would be for…
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ONE LAST WISTFUL LOOK

One last wistful look at the mist on the hillside before I go. A deep breath in, filling my lungs with the fresh air. It is quiet, only the birdsong breaks the silence. No one else is around this early in the morning. Others will come later for their turn. For me, that’s it for…
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UNEASY LIES THE HEAD

Two lines cut through a wheat field, disappearing towards the ancient standing stones at the crest of a hill. 1st Man: Never seen anything like it. What could’ve made them? 2nd Man: It’s a mobile. 1st Man: What the hell’s a mobile? 2nd Man: An automobile. Not been around for a long time, since the…
