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He was found in what was once a white box, a room with no windows. We had to storm the door and it took many attempts. There are two bad...

Wednesday12th July 1995 9.00 Nursery Day -Sally 2.00 Orthodontist- Tabby 4.00 After School Club Tabby and Jo It’s like a stuck record. If...

The world is a canvas where paint glides on to a palette. Here, pigments are pure, untainted. There is a richness in their clarity. The...

It was time to get out of the water. And she called him. He came, bright-eyed, dripping and she picked up the towel and surrounded him in...

ANNA Brian, You’re dumped BRIAN Huh? But why? What’d I do? ANNA I saw you on FB BRIAN ? ANNA Don’t you think I have eyes? BRIAN But Anna,...

“Well that was shite. Bloody carrots were stewed. Again! You really are a waste of fucking space. I suppose there’s nothing else....

He was aware of blue lights flashing, people shouting, smoke, water hissing. Around him was large quilt that he hugged tightly to his...

It took me years to realise that he was anything but solid concrete That he was more like a lobster. A hard shell with soft flesh. He...

I’d like to say that this was a routine job, That i was having a good day and that I was prepared for anything. As it turned out, none of...

A redhead girl with hair as wild as her heart, a black eyed black haired boy folds his arms around her. Their faces are smooth, post...

“It’s a little disconcerting don’t you think?” She turned and looked at him, this stranger that had materialised from nowhere. “Why?” She...

She looked lovingly at her garden, touching a blossom here, a head there. They stood erect, regimentally placed in rows, and looked back...

Potential Diary Date 8th May 2021 Today, the world is a canvas. It feels yellow. Despite this the sky is Wedgewood blue, cloudless,...

Can this be the sum of a life? Of what is left? A box? Just a box? Just a box. My mum, one Janis Boon, born 1964, wife and mother now...