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Tag Archives: wartime
Ani’s Advent Calendar 2018! Rationing, Roberta Eaton and a child’s Christmas in wartime
Christmas has been around a while. Much longer than me… and even longer than her! I mean, I knew that, ’cause we four-legses have been around for a long time too… and we have the stories from the Long Memory … Continue reading
Enigma by Joelle LeGendre #writephoto
“Avebury,” Guinevere sighed, pushing her tinted wire rim spectacles closer to her eyes. “Why would anyone want to come to this dreadful place?” She examined the Neolithic stone towering above her, thinking about how greatly it resembled her present dress. … Continue reading
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Tagged agent, fiction, Nazi, short story, spies, wartime
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The Flying Officer, a short story by Sally Cronin
Reblogged from Smorgasbord: The first time Patrick Walsh saw her, was as he wended his way slowly down the hill between the slow moving trucks on his motorbike. The road was lined with women and old men who were handing … Continue reading