He tried to pinpoint the moment that it began, the exact moment when he wasn’t sure why he was going, but it all felt too nebulous.
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Normally, I ignored calls from numbers I didn’t recognise but twenty-two missed calls in the span of an hour was worrisome.
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When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls.
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A flock of swallows has just flown overhead. This is their time of night, just as dusk is beginning to deepen.
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I still remember the unceremonious jostling and daily turf-battles that took place between tourists, townies and students in the beleaguered city centre.
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She seems unaffected by the midges now, her light clothes flapping them away. It needles you, her comfort in surroundings that make you feel so out of place.
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The charge of energy that keeps me alert – eyes open, mind going. Heart pumping. Dreams running. The quickening of the keys beneath my fingertips, an ethereal rainstorm pouring down ...
The blossom’s winged petals flapped and flailed and stuck to the little bare legs and the new blue dress and that glossy hair, she winced. Stop, she wanted to shout. ...
Throughout history, humans have sought to other groups we need to blame for all the problems in our society.
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There was an edge to it, a whiff of violence and unhinged possibility. In those days, the style of Leftist street protest was carnivalesque
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The sign was a few kilometres back, but I’d told myself I wouldn’t stop. That she isn’t there.
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That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want.
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I drop my son on the floor and he shatters.
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I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it.
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Is it kidnapping when it’s your own children? I hope not.
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My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family.
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I often think about the moon. I wonder how I may sail to her.
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Taken aback, she forgot to respond. Her hand hung limply in his palm, until he dislodged it.
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I’ve lived. Survived the terrible twos, endured teenage angst, and trudged through mountains of adulthood.
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I opened their cage to test their loyalty. I was a fool. But they deserve their freedom … I guess.
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