Tag: anger
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A Place that was Ours. Chapter Four – Splendour.
I never discovered the name of the friendly police officer who asked me questions at my bedside in Bedeport Hospital. The constable who stood in our front room about a month later was certainly not cast from the same mould, in either stature or demeanour. His voice was sour, his thin face drooped like a […]
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Mario, Maria, and Something Slimy in the Night
It lives somewhere, in some chamber dark and drear I know not of: I know only it must be damp, and cold, and these things are all my consolation, because it hates me and I wish it in hell. At night it moves, sometimes silently, sometimes with barely audible stealth. But I hear it, and […]
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