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For part one, click here For part two, click here The knife came from nowhere. Eleanor hadn’t seen it before. All she saw was a shimmer of silver and then there was a sea of scarlet. Her mummy didn’t even get a chance to scream. Mrs Draper did. She screamed before she ran down the…
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For part one, click here I am shaking with sobs now. I know the answer. I know the things Eleanor has seen. Things a seven-year-old shouldn’t see, shouldn’t ever know anything about. And I could do nothing about it. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t save her. But it wasn’t always like this. Her daddy…
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She’s seeing things again. My dear, sweet, Eleanor. I watch her and yearn to reach out my hand and stroke her long, brown hair, to tuck it back behind her ears. The tiny girl turns. She knows I am watching. Such sadness in those glorious eyes. My fingers are edging nearer. I stop. I can’t…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here “Well, I was a dab hand at making models when I was a lad and remember when times were hard and I crafted all those toys for Colin? I’m sure I can handle a fairy,” Peter said, rubbing his hands together. … “She’s beautiful, absolutely…
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“Grandma, there’s a fairy at the bottom of the garden!” Grace cried, her finger pointing madly out of the window. “We have to go and see it. We have to!” Annie smiled at her six-year-old granddaughter’s exuberance. “It’s just started to pour with rain, Grace.” “But it’s a fairy.” Annie peered out the window, her…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here For part three, click here. “Phillip got himself a job window cleaning. He loved it and was even talking about setting up his own business. Then he went and fell from the ladder. He broke his leg in two places. It’s just not healing properly.…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here She hadn’t meant to say it. Time was ticking away. Weeks were passing, months, then a year. Time ticking down to their return to England. It wasn’t long. Surely she could cope, just a little bit longer? But he had asked her. And she couldn’t…
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“I’m not going in there. Not if there are great, big, ferocious tigers,” Gemma cried. Eight-year-old Abigail tutted at her younger sister and shook her head. “Tigers, indeed. Of course there aren’t any tigers. It’s a garden, not a jungle,” she said, folding her arms. Sarah tried not to laugh. Despite her bravado, Abigail didn’t…
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With Valentine’s Day almost upon us, it’s time for a special love story. My thanks goes to Murray Clarke for sending this in: Roses are Red By Murray Clarke Violet, ninety-six, stared thoughtfully out of the window, a tear in her eye. The other senior citizens in the room were either asleep, reading or watching…
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The zombies were coming closer. Arms reached out. Eyes, large and lifeless, sought hers. Mouths gaped open, drool dangling down. Groans gained momentum, their frenzied excitement building. Something solid touched her shoulder. She jumped. This was it. “Want a cup of tea, love?” She looked into her husband’s eyes and then back to the TV.…
Esther Chilton 