All posts by Michael Tegos

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Deadline

  My hand trembles as I write these words and my heart is racing, beating so loudly I can barely hear myself think, let alone formulate sentences and put them to paper. Still, one by one, the words appear under my pen, summoned by my

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Siamo Qua

Signora Claudia hasn’t lived here all her life. She was actually born far, far away, in Italy. But her parents were from here. They left Ethiopia when the Italian fascists invaded, and made a life for themselves in the new hostile country, following an Italian

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Reaching Out

“… so, um, just so you know, I’m really glad you called. I really am. I mean, I’ve been thinking about things, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately, and I, uh, I think I’ve come to realise some things about myself. “You

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Transport

The first few raindrops on the windshield wake me up. Or it could be that horn that just blared past, I’m not sure. I look to my left, to see if Steve is back; he isn’t. I take a peek outside, and sure enough, there

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The Teacher

He could feel the eyes of the children fixed on him as he spoke; bright, young things, hanging on his every word. He could almost see them absorb the information like sponges, so rapt they were while he put words together into sentences, and chained

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We Lost the Sea

Aaah, this feels nice. The sun is hot, but the breeze makes it all right. I squint at the sunshine, and feel the warm sand under me, soft and inviting as I lie there, supine. I close my eyes and feel the breeze on my