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Submitted to Contest #80
She sits quietly on a bench, reading a book. She is one of those rare people who are happy in their own skin. Rare to find in general, but even rarer here, where people tend to cling ever more tightly to human contact. Most of the residents at this care home come here because they need some form of supervision, but also because of loneliness. Only the other day, one rather sprightly gentleman said to me, ‘As long as my wife was around, it made sense to be at home but now....’ He didn’t need to continue. The hunger for companionship, for a he...
Submitted to Contest #79
Through the murky glass of the kitchen door, I watch Alice pottering about. God, she so reminds me of my mam. Her appearance, her long, dark hair. Her way of listening, really listening. Her smile is just like my mam’s, I swear. The same crinkling round her eyes, the same kindness. I miss my mam, even though it’s been years now. The way Alice reminds me of her, it makes me miss her more. Alice pushes open the kitchen door with her foot, and comes out carrying glasses and plates. Tucked between the plates and her chest, are two ...
Submitted to Contest #77
Silvia stands at her bedroom window, peering through the blinds. She is mesmerised by the falling snow, silently enveloping the world as it slept. The light dusting on the bare branches of the trees in the park opposite reminds her of icing sugar on the sweets of her childhood - the crostini and the cruciddati. Traditional sweets, made in the home, by her mother, and later by herself. When she was a child, no one would have ever dreamt of buying these kind of sweets from a shop. Nowadays you could find them in some cafes - the Ba...
Submitted to Contest #75
So, here we are, at the end of 2020...at last - what a year it’s been! So here we are, finally, celebrating..what exactly? The end of a horrible year, and bliddy good riddance too. Or maybe we’re celebrating the new year coming in on the stroke of midnight? I’ve always thought it’s kind of funny how we make such a fuss about the stroke of midnight on NewYear’s Eve. You’d think it does something different. The stroke of midnight ushers in a new day every day of the year, regardless of the date. Always has done, and always wi...
Submitted to Contest #74
Day 1 Something rather weird happened tonight - while I was out in Paceville, I took a shortcut through the stairs on ‘Strip Row’, and I saw that creep Daniel Savona standing in the entry to ‘Sensations’. I think that was the name; these clubs all seem to have similar names - Sensations, Steam, Angels, Darlings.... He might have been on duty, but somehow I don’t think so. He was chatting with another guy like they were mates. He had a drink in one hand, and a girl’s arse in the other. My impression was that he’s a regular. Hmmm... that could...
Submitted to Contest #59
Kate leans against the railing on the Lungomare and inhales deeply. Ahh! The sea... so calming, so versatile in matching her moods. And this sea in particular, the Mediterranean - well, the Mar Tirreno, to be exact - has something truly special. Maybe it is the intense blue colour that tends to be missing in the other bodies of water that she has known. The sun spangles onto the sea, breaking up the reflection into a million particles of sunshine, like mirror fragments bobbing on the surface of the water. This part of the city, the Lungomare...
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