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Free Day II … Stuart France

Posted on September 14, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …Left alone in my room for long enough I thought I might discover how they did it, how they worked it. I thought I was being clever. Initially, I had suspected the lights, either the lights or the heating, … Continue reading →

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Free Day … Stuart France

Posted on September 13, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …Metallic blue piping ran at strangely oblique angles, stretching deep into the ever darkening glass cliff-face, sparkling in the sunlight when at odd times it emerged like some long forgotten swimmer up for air, jutting rudely into the open … Continue reading →

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First Day at Work ~ Anurag Bhahkshi #writephoto

Posted on September 11, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Maria could feel the hills come alive with music as the magnificent scenery unfolded before her. Mother Superior had been right, this WAS an epic workplace. With renewed confidence, she gazed into the eyes of the handsome but stern-looking man … Continue reading →

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Turnings II… Stuart France

Posted on September 10, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* … Now she was out in space my Soul had turned astronomical on me. I decided to give her free reign, as much rope as she wanted. Enough for a thousand and one hangings… “The Water Maiden has sacrificed … Continue reading →

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Turnings… Stuart France

Posted on September 9, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …First she was a speck, black against the sky, then she was an arrow balancing the breeze, finally, after measuring the hole in the wall of my room with her wing-span, she became an awesome, majestic weight, sprung upon … Continue reading →

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Mantle of Time… Stuart France

Posted on September 7, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …”All those keepsakes: photographs, trinkets, letters, cards, little knick-knacks which tug at the heart-strings in quiet moments,” said Bill as he paced my room with his meticulously measured tread. “When girls die they get to take these things with … Continue reading →

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Succession?… Stuart France

Posted on September 6, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …”Providing for your future is no throwaway gag,” said Bill’s friend, 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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Success? … Stuart France

Posted on September 5, 2018 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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Merlin…part two ~ Anita Dawes

Posted on September 2, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie: The food was good. Young Merlin as he is to be known had no idea what he was eating. The hermit asked if he needed more, and filled Merlin’s bowl from the black … Continue reading →

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The beginning of a revolution ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on August 31, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Mist rolled down the hillside into the base of the valley where the small hamlet lay. Silence ruled as the hanging shroud dampened any sound. Then, cutting through the atmosphere, a clear, sharp repeated noise emerged. ‘Slap, slap, slap’ footsteps … Continue reading →

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