I scurried as fast as my feet could take me through the livin room, slidin on cool tiles and headed straight to my secret listenin spot cause I knew there ...
It was love at first sight. They were both peering at the same framed card.
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They didn’t hate Santa, they were just frustrated with the long, repetitive hours and needed someone to punish.
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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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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’m not used to this kind of attention from men. I’ve only been a woman, noticeably so at least, for a year, after all.
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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 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. ...
They are your earliest memory. Beaked noses. Hair like clouds.
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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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I drop my son on the floor and he shatters.
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Is it kidnapping when it’s your own children? I hope not.
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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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She may have sent them to check on me. They may be asked whether they notice any change.
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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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There were footsteps in the next room and Gail lay still, listening.
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Two weeks later Jesus winked at him again. It wasn’t sunlight playing silly buggers this time. Thunderclouds were blanketing the sky.
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None of the teachers know my name, You’re Laura’s sister aren’t you? I like borrowing her status but I’d like my own name.
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