All posts by Amanda Bird

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The Best Seats In The House

“Leaves not bags…and don’t forget to warm the pot first!” “Yes, yes. I have done this before…as you well know.” A smile warmed her face. She was at home here as much as she was in her own kitchen. Kitty had lived in this house

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Witness

I stand here for a century, without moving but never still. I am conspirator, collaborator, confidant and companion. They hang from my limbs; some on a swing and others at the end of their rope. Spilled guts nourish me. Their words, caught in the web

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The Last Ride

In death his father had accomplished something that he was unable to do while living. He had summoned Michael home. Returning for the funeral had taken its toll, disturbing memories that had long settled and tactically been ignored. There had been multiple offers of support

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Malfunction

“OK Rosie, you know the drill. What can you remember?” “Erm… egg, framed photo, animal pelt…” “Anything else?” “Playing cards, spoon, a book of stamps… oh and a pair of chicken feet.” “Sorry, can you repeat that last item for me?” “Chicken feet.” “Rosie, can

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Found and Forgotten

Everything I knew about property renovation I learned from daytime TV. Yet here I was in a house that I had bought at auction, a modest little house that was going to need a lot of attention and plaster. I had decided that a new

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The Eye of the Beholder

I would lie on my back listening to the even breathing of my siblings. They had fallen asleep hours ago, but not me. I would wait for the cue that told me that it was time to get up. Four of us slept in that