Tag: Writing
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C IS FOR CORK, REPUBLIC OF IRELAND
A STORY OF CONFLICT IN CORK, IRELAND ‘The bastards wouldn’t let us put out the fires. The city has burnt to the ground.’ ‘Sit down, Conor, please.’ Imogen pleaded with her husband. ‘You’ll wake the baby.’ ‘It won’t end now. The Republicans will want revenge. They’ll hit back harder. I saw Jimmy heading away with…
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B IS FOR BIRKIRKARA, MALTA
A STORY OF BENEVOLENCE IN BIRKIRKARA, MALTA ‘When the rain comes here it floods the valley. Often we had to leave our home and take with us what we could carry. I used to love the nights we had to spend camping on the hill before we could return home.’ Luċija rolled over on the lush…
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A IS FOR AARHUS, DENMARK
A STORY OF ACCEPTANCE IN AARHUS, DENMARK He eased the lever by his leg and felt the huge crane swivel round. One more crate to be loaded and the massive container ship would be ready to depart in the morning, destined for Shanghai. The green light flashed on the dashboard and he began lowering slowly…
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DOWN IN THE VALLEY

Down in the valley where nobody should go, Franklin shuffled along in the gloom, making his way back home, dragging the body behind him. Pesky kid. Why had they come here? Still, more fuel for the living room fire and a handsome dinner tonight. No doubt someone would come looking, snooping around. He would have…
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MORNING TEA

Lady Devonshire was not to be dissuaded, ‘I hear he will be worth a fortune when he inherits.’ ‘Mama, don’t be so vulgar,’ Bethany admonished. Lady Worthington leaned forward and patted Bethany’s knee. ‘There are worse things than to marry for money, such as being a spinster with none.’ Bethany sat in brooding silence. She…