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Four Things

The smallest thing was yellow and hunched over. I couldn’t see it very well as it was behind the other three things. The things all looked similar – like weird, organic Russian dolls that might, if scooped out, fit inside each other. Arm inside arm,

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The Party Over there

It was the singing and dancing that attracted me at first. I’d only seen humans having fun on a couple of occasions before but I instantly recognised it for what it was. The assembled group were wearing clothes that were, I assumed, smarter than their

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Little Box of Hearts

“Ooooooh — Oh! My heart Has been ripped out of my empty chest With force Oh yes – your force! My heart My poor heart. Your hand. On my heart. Grasping! And then you take it And put it In your box Your box of

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Gone Boots

Gone Boots. That’s what I call them: my Gone Boots. When I put them on, I’m gone. The boots remain. It’s a handy trick. I bought them from a travelling lady back home when I was in my early twenties. She refused to sell them

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Pictures in The Night Sky

Contented, they both looked up at the night sky. ‘I can see a horse,’ she said. ‘Yes, and a man sitting atop it,’ he said, eager to play along. ‘And another man.’ ‘Not on a horse. Standing.’ ‘Carrying a club or an axe or something.’

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Bottle of Pee

I turned 35 this week. I know. Because I’m me. The worst present I recieved was a gypsy curse which stopped me from remembering the ‘i before e except after c’ rule. Which will really damage my career as a writer. That and my writing.