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The pen leaked on the page; the black blob spoilt the look. You tore out the page of the writing pad and selecting another pen, began. The writing pad..
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Life’s a drag;like a bookyou hope willget better,but of courseit doesn’t.You’re brain-washedto expectthat it will.It’s the tho..
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A young woman's note about a day in a locked ward.
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The letter was from her mother,a long-winded epistlemostly about her father,which she skipped,and how Martha’s motherhad been unwelland Martha w..
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She liked the jazzon her hi-fi.She sipped her ginthinking of himtried not to thinkabout him, buthe came throughinto her mind,easing himselfinto her th..
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Eddie waitedat the bus stopamongst others waiting.The sky was dull grey,cloudless and looked like rain.He inhaled on the cigarette,ignoring those arou..
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I watched from my bedroom window as Benny rode away; he had a wedding to go to in the Smoke he said. My mother’s car came into the drive towards..
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She found the areawhere they hadmoved to rather roughand the people notwhat she was used to.She had to go downthe steps of the flatsOne step at a time..
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A man whose wife is in a care home with dementia, visits the seaside place they usually went together.
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A woman in a mental ward has to see the new shrink
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