Tag: grief
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Memoriam
This week, in the home that had been hers for twelve-and-a half eventful years, Honey, our much-loved Labrador, passed peacefully away. She had been ailing for some time with various afflictions which attacked her mobility and were causing her pain. It was time. She gave us all of her life. Until her last few weeks…
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Thirty-One. A Rift in the Lute
Edging through the space between the wall of the tiny passage and its grisly occupants had been a major hurdle to Patrick. To have to pass with his face an inch or two inches from such stark reminders of the frailty of life, even with a merciful cloak of darkness to veil them would have…
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Twenty-Seven Altered Fortunes
Those who knew Jacintha Driscombe would have been surprised if they learned of her hatred for London. Although she never openly expressed it, she endured the round of Kensington and Knightsbridge parties that formed so much of Stafford’s political life with gritted teeth and icy propriety, conceding to her husband’s wilder excesses only because they…
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