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“Mum, what does it mean I see skies of blue and clouds of white?” was one of the first questions Kevin asked his mother as they drove home from their first monthly check-up after his hospitalisation at the Luminous Centre. They were in the car, and that beautiful old song by one Louis Armstrong was playing.They had celebrated Kevin's sixth birthday just three months earlier. The boy had blown out candles on a cake he couldn't see because of his congenital blindness, and now a new range of sensitive experience was opening for him.“Long before...
Weekly Contest #79
The young man makes his way through the multitude of patients and staff lining the corridors of the clinic, until he reaches the area named INTENSIVE CARE UNIT. He pauses for a second in front of the sign, looks around, and turns to a veteran nurse who's going through some forms behind the counter. "Excuse me, I just got here. They told me my father was admitted to this place. He came today." "Name?" The nurse asks, without looking up from the forms. "Mine? George Jenkins." "No, your father's." "Ah! Sorry. Oliver James Jenkins." "Oh yeah! Th...
Weekly Contest #78
I had gotten off work early that afternoon and went to the Ye Olde Black Hound for a drink and some action. It was the first time I had entered that pub in central London. I walked up to the bar and greeted the bartender, who told me his name was Pat O'Bannon. I asked him for a double whisky, no ice. Pat poured me a generous measure and placed a paper napkin with the initials YOBH stamped in two colours next to the glass. I admired it for a few moments. “Beautiful napkin. The old hound drawing is wonderful,” I told him. “Yes, it is a classi...
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