Tag: Writing
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THERE’S ALWAYS A BIGGER FISH

‘Where is he?’ Rupert was becoming hysterical. ‘I told you, he’s probably just hiding in the pirate ship, maybe he’s found some treasure.’ Hurry up Marc, she pleaded. She could tell when Rupert was about to have one of his anxiety attacks, one of the many results of his Asperger’s. Until now the fish had…
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ARTISTIC IMPROVISATION

The curator scratched her head, while the museum porters waited for her decision. ‘Well, remove it of leave it?’ the surly head porter demanded. They looked at the knotted tree branches atop the wicker chairs. She honestly couldn’t remember if it had been there before or not. The Museum of Rural Life in Lumberton, North…
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A GLIMMER IN THE DARKNESS

I like to sit up here and watch the dawn. That first flicker, the unsteady fragile glint of sunlight peaking over the horizon. It means that a hundred and fifty million kilometres away, the searing ball of gas is still glowing, emanating warmth and light towards us. One day someone may sit in my place…
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BOB’S LAST DAY AT WORK

‘Welcome to the EMIRATES Spinnaker Tower, as I legally have to call it.’ ‘It was going to be opened in 2000 and be named the Millennium Tower, but due to political ineptitude, it didn’t open until 2005, so was renamed ‘Spinnaker’, a type of sail.’ ‘The tower sits on Gunwharf Quay. In the 18th-century it…
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MAY-DAY

JOHN ROBINSON REPORTING BBC NEWS ‘You can see behind me the Union Bridge in it’s raised position. This ability to raise and lower the bridge was only installed a little over a year ago when the Scottish Government decided they needed a get out, a little insurance, should England again vote for Theresa May to…