Marjory

Marjory sat at the window and smiled. She might be almost ninety, but when people called at her tiny cottage, she noticed that their eyes always went to the cushion on the window sill. She knew they were wondering, was…

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Belinda

A hard stare, unseeing but not vacant, I was just not on her radar today. Traveling daily from dawn to dusk, carrying her three travel stained plastic bags and wrapped as usual in a faded blue Mac and a tightly…

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Jess Wild

  Jess They said that it was time to unlock the doors, that the inmates should be given at least that freedom. Jess felt frightened she could not now remember when she had last experienced freedom. The gates to the…

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Joan

Joan I believe that it is time that I told Joan’s story in full, but beware for this story comes with a health warning. It just might be bad for your mental health: Joan was born in 1940; she nearly did not make…

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Joan

Joan walked tall: swinging. Don’t do it, don’t do it. She walked by, in full swing. Do it, Do it: Did they know?   They come and they see, Do they know? Don’t do it. She felt the fear in…

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