Tag: loss
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A Meeting on Praed Street
She is sitting by the window and far away in her thoughts when the voice intrudes, asking quietly… “Excuse me, it’s Eve, isn’t it…?” She is sitting by the coffee house window, staring out at Praed Street and the passers-by who hurry against the rain. Hoods and high collars, hunched shoulders, plastic hats of…
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Sebastian
Dim, reflected street lighting found its way into the alley, glimpsing features from the shadows: a large half-opened refuse bin, stacked pallets by a steel-clad door, timber leaning on a wire frame. The boy looked back. Sebastian looked back. “My front yard! Urban Gothic is so alluring, don’t you think?” “No, I don’t.” Nell…
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The Rose
It is one of those hot summer days Daniel will dream about when autumn comes. Daniel is ensconced in his favourite garden recliner beside his little table: beer, book and biscuits; all, he tells himself, he needs from life. Beside him, the gnarled bush rose his wife so loves and tends that it never…
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