stories
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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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“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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‘Mum! Come and meet my new friend,’ Jake burst through the kitchen door. Laura beamed at her son. ‘Your first day back at school went all right then?’ ‘It was okay, I suppose. But I’ve made a bestest ever new friend. Can he stay to dinner, Mum? Can he?’ ‘If his mum knows where he…
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For part one, click here. For part two, click here. ‘Well?’ he pouted as Granny ended the call. ‘Grab your coat, love. Let’s go and see your mum.’ ‘She’s not dead?’ Craig’s eyes widened and he sprinted down the hall, his anorak on and out the door. ‘And she’s got a surprise for you,’ Granny…
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For part one, click here. Granny stared at the dials on her silver watch. Tick tock, another minute passed. It had been five hours and still no news. They jumped together, shoulders wrenching back and screams catching in their throats. The shrill, sharp ring of the telephone was a foghorn. ‘You answer it, Granny. Please,’…
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His mummy was dying. He stared at her face, usually so beautiful and serene now sweat-soaked and puckered as the pain finally claimed her. ‘Mummy, don’t leave me, Mummy!’ he said, his voice trembling with sobs. ‘Craig,’ she reached out, her warm hands patting his flyaway hair. ‘I have to go.’ Granny interrupted, ‘There, there,…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here 8th September I didn’t go to school today. I told Mum I’d been throwing up all night. It was true, but it wasn’t because I was ill. Mum went off to work at ten. I ran down the stairs after she’d gone and bolted the…
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For part one, click here. 6th September Dad came to see me today and he was on his own. He tried to act all pally, giving me a pat on the back and ruffling my hair. He shoved an ‘HMV’ bag in my hand. He winked at me and said that he knew I liked…
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3rd September Mum and Dad’s divorce came through today. Mum danced round the breakfast table singing, ‘I’m gonna get that man right out of my hair.’ She looked like a witch with her hair stuck up and a grin Tony Blair would have been proud of. Then she ran up to me and kissed me…
Esther Chilton 