Discover my 100 word stories and other bits and pieces added to the blog over the years.
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Ethel climbs the stairs
I don’t know how she did it for all those years; there are a lot of stairs, even for me. Still, she loved that house and always said that she’d never move. When Bert passed, we thought she’d change her mind, but she was a stubborn wotsit.
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Transfer Window
The bus stops once more. Another hotel and another set of suitcases. This is going to be a long transfer.
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Hola!
“Hola, hola, see ya later, hola, bye hola, hola.” Paul put down his warm cerveza. He looked over at Kate, whose Spanish brand Malibu and Pepsi had frozen in time an inch from her lips…
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Carol and I go for a walk
It’s funny how a sound or a smell can conjure up memories. That day it was a potent mix of salty sea air, the gentle cymbal crash of rolling waves and powdery sand between my toes as I walked barefoot.
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Proud mother disorganised lover
Maggie has drawings on the fridge.And a shrine made mostly of Lego bricks. There are photographs of smiling kids. Toothy grins and dress-up wigs. Maggie’s got unanswered textsFrom Paul, or Saul or maybe Greg. When’s the date? Tuesday week?When did she say she’d meet with Pete? A proud mother.A disorganised lover. On top of school…
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Me. You. Coffee. 