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Ritual ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

Long Meg stood alone, where had all the dancers gone, no posy to hold, Continue reading at Bobby Fairfield

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Blade ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

A time of despair lay cold breath upon the land. While Lord King Arthur retired within his chamber, sat alone, in cuckold’s grief. No consolation could he gain, from grieving wife, or courtly knights, Continue reading at Bobby Fairfield

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Setting ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

And all those gathered on the Plain of Saarkand breathed a sigh of relief as one. For as they looked to the East, the first rays of the New Sun arose over the hill that was called The Old Maid’s … Continue reading

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Untrodden ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

The only sound to break the silence of the cold, moorland peace was a solitary car engine as it proceeded along the narrow roadway. The engine tone changed and there was a moment of quiet before the sound of grating … Continue reading

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Parting of the ways ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

Somehow we both knew that this was where we should part, go separate ways… Continue reading at Bobby Fairfield  

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Pyroplastic surge ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

It was frustrating. For two days we had been sitting down in the hot, humid cellar. Our wine was warm, our food was cold. At least we could breathe down here, unlike in the street above. The choking fumes clogged … Continue reading

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Wishes ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

Maisie and her mother Jeanie sat nervously at the kitchen table. Thomas, Maisie’s father and husband to his long-suffering wife Jean was late home from his Friday market. Both knew what this meant. Red-eyed the younger children had all been … Continue reading

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Wings – Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

Upon a branch a squirrel sat, when far below he spied a cat aha he said you can’t catch me i know you cannot fly you see but the foolish squirrel didn’t know while teasing pussy far below, an owl … Continue reading

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Remains – Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

O hear me, ye faithless for I have a warning to retell. My name is M’neptah and I was formerly the tutor of the son of my sovereign master Thutmose, Lord of all the dominion of Egypt. On the night … Continue reading

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Fallen – Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

Weary after the strenuous afternoon hike through the hot Greek countryside David and Julie lay down to rest in an effort to escape the relentless Mediterranean sun. David heard his partner’s shallow breathing slowly turn to a gentle snore. He … Continue reading

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