Tag: Old age
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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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Pathology
Another from the vaults! A story written some years ago, revamped for this blog, and all the better for having lost a little weight. I hope you enjoy it! Hugo Albricht paused over his work for a moment, arching then straightening his back; so forcing the young man who had been standing close behind him…
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Nostalgic? No!…I used to be…
All nations have them: a location in their climatology where the air is at its balmiest, the sunshine hours at their longest, The winter is forbidden ‘til December and exits March the second on the dot. By order, summer lingers through September… No, not Camelot – or anything like the magical castle of Arthurian legend,…
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