Tag Archives: psychology

Dereliction…

Posted on April 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …That night Jed’s ‘derelict’ appears in the bed-room enveloped in an aura of light. He slowly crouches and whispers in my ear: ” ‘E cummin outta dem bushes shinin’, ‘e shinin’ like sum black buff sun. * ‘E donna … Continue reading →

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Samildanach…

Posted on April 29, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …The torchbearers hurriedly re-lit the torches of Dun Culhwch. “Why, a veritable master of all the crafts we have here, it would seem,” said Big Chief Hawthorn, “but let a seat be brought for this man who has asked … Continue reading →

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Primacy of Things: Vee-Dee-Day…

Posted on April 26, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* … Mister Em is tall, slim and tanned, with white hair which does not look dyed. I would put him in his late forties to early fifties. He is accompanied into the dining room by a young, scantily-clad female … Continue reading →

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Blinded by the Light…

Posted on April 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* … So, we return to the quest. And turn shining eyes to the south. Not that we ever left it, yet the churches had definitely ‘fallen off-line’… Until Skipton. Until one particular stained-glass window in Skipton. It is tempting … Continue reading →

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Primacy of Things: War-Dead…

Posted on April 22, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* … Before I have time to feel pleased with myself the air stewardess returns, “Mister Em will see you now,” she smiles. Had she been waiting until I found the camera? Would things have been different if it had … Continue reading →

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Primacy of Things: Eye-Spy…

Posted on April 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …The door swings open. I am greeted by a full on smile. An air stewardess smile. My greet is even dressed like an air stewardess, without the hat, although her hair-style would accommodate such a hat. As she ushers … Continue reading →

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Primacy of Things…

Posted on April 15, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* The day is bright. I am full of expectation for my morning assignment. Expectation and curiosity. My meet this morning has a reputation which precedes him. I try to curb any prejudices which may have crept into my outlook… … Continue reading →

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Kiss of the Jelly-Fish…

Posted on April 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* We Watch the Tee-Vee * Ad… Ad-Ad-Ad… Ad. * Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Ol’ Bill’s Mate…

Posted on April 9, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …”Providing for your future is no throwaway gag,” said Bill’s mate, slipping his arm through mine. I can still feel the soft twill of his well pressed jacket warming my bare flesh. “It’s a serious affair,” Bill did likewise … Continue reading →

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Ol’ Bill…

Posted on April 8, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …”When it comes to the end of life you have to have something to call your own,” Bill slipped his arm through mine. The soft twill of his well pressed jacket warmed my bare flesh. “Something you’ve come up … Continue reading →

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