All posts by Phil A

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Memories

Memories ‘Dedicated to the loving memory of Albert F Winglethorpe. Father, husband, friend.’ The bench had been placed in prime spot on the village green. He had loved to sit there on the grass, looking out and watching the children playing as he ate his

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Eye of the beholder

Wood shavings fell to the forest floor, a shower of the lightest brown drifting to the ground to lie amongst the leaves. A light sheen of drizzle made each new layer slippery, creating a shimmering effect to the mulch underfoot as the sun broke through

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Passage

Joey went to bed to a candy floss sky, the sun catching the clouds with a pink hue as it drifted beneath the horizon. Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight, that’s what they said. Tomorrow was the big day, they’d been talking about it for

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Three minutes forty five seconds

The secret to the perfect boiled egg is the timing. Three minutes and forty-five seconds. That’s it. Boil the water in the kettle first and then pour it into the pre-heated pan so it doesn’t lose any heat. Gently lower the egg in with a

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Footsteps

The night had been fun. Old friends gathering in the heart of Soho for food, drinks and laughter. Such a wonderful night; it was a sadness when it eventually had to end. We’d promised to do it again soon and I’d headed home. The train

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Smile for the camera

Ella was wearing her best dress, the same one she had always worn for the past decade at these things. Roger had bought it for her as a present for their fiftieth, he’d said the pale pastel blue of the fabric matched her eyes. Today