Category Archives: Love

Bittersweet

Posted on January 10, 2021 by Sue Vincent

The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with gold as I shivered on the doorstep, then painted the … Continue reading →

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Close to you…

Posted on December 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I wander into the kitchen… the world is silent except for the little grunting noises Ani makes as I cuddle her good morning. I don’t speak dog fluently, but I have a feeling these short, low grunts are an expression … Continue reading →

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Borrowed Wings… again

Posted on October 8, 2020 by Sue Vincent

In 2009, after my son had been stabbed through the brain and left for dead in a coma, I was writing daily updates for all those around the world who were sending their love and prayers for his recovery. There … Continue reading →

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No-one home…

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I should have woken, on my birthday, to a view of a Scottish loch and autumnal hillsides… perhaps even a glimpse of late-blooming heather…and a humungous Scottish breakfast. Instead, I woke to the knowledge that I could not eat all … Continue reading →

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Out with the Old?

Posted on September 29, 2020 by Sue Vincent

It is not my intention to talk non-stop about my current health problems. But, even just a few days into what promises to be a rather long haul, so many things have been brought to my attention that I feel … Continue reading →

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Petals #shortstory

Posted on July 15, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Standing beside the newly-turned grave, black-clad and sombre, Periwinkle Collier was a man of style and substance. The substance, it is true, was more evident around his waist than in his pocketbook, nevertheless, his was an imposing figure. With a … Continue reading →

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Sensory Deprivation?

Posted on June 9, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I was no more than five years old. We were staying with one of my great-grandmothers for a while. She was an old lady by that point, with a sharp mind and a wicked sense of fun. She was also … Continue reading →

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Eyes to see

Posted on May 31, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“By virtue of Creation, and still more the Incarnation, nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin I remember one hot, summer’s day as a child, laying in the long, tickly grass … Continue reading →

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A sense of home

Posted on March 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I spent the afternoon with my great grandparents. The fact that their ashes were scattered to the winds over thirty years ago seemed irrelevant. My home, a place they never saw, was full of their presence as the years slipped … Continue reading →

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Beheading the Rose

Posted on February 14, 2020 by Sue Vincent

In a plastic bucket beside the counter sat a dozen roses, each one individually wrapped, slightly faded, but with their heads held firmly erect in the stiff plastic. Each one would doubtless be bought and, given their garage location, probably … Continue reading →

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