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From the newsagents where we stole penny sweets
To the front gate where I skinned my shin.
All posts by Amanda Bird
Doesn’t Dance Well With Others
It was exercise and therapy. The evening defined by ritual…
Hunting High and Low
I remember walking into my local branch of Woolworths with a five pound note in my pocket.
A Point of View
Devon regularly ended his shift up on the roof terrace welcoming the day with a large Screwdriver – the last cocktail of the shift.
The Naked Truth
I used to laugh at the agony aunt column when readers talked of infidelity.
Grave
Although familiar, my face never adorned a poster taped to a lamp post or a shop window.
24/01/2016 Image – “Black Park” by Amanda Bird
24/01/2016 Image – “Black Park” by Amanda Bird