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In The Park

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Angie positioned on the bench in the park, watched the double handful of gosling waddle behind their mother toward the edge of the lake to go for a swim. This was the peaceful hour of the early morning. To swim among the reeds to forage for their breakfast. Alexander. Wrapped warmly in a rug sat in his pram. He chuckled. Clapped his hands. Pleasure sparkled from his bronze coloured eyes. His pleasure turned to pain when the gosling disappeared from his vision. Tears dribbled down his toffee coloured cheeks. Angie leaned forward to lift him from the pram to console him. She wiped away his tears with the edge of the rug. Frank sat on the ground beneath a huge tree watching all the early morning people commune with nature. He doubled over with pain in his gut. Pain from the cancer in his body was like a tapeworm making its way through the cells turning his brain to mush. Frank wished the end would hurry so there was no more suffering in his life. He tried to focus his mind to overcome the …
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The Blue Room

The new section of the building had been finished. I had been to two functions there. I was surprised at all the changed when I attended the first function. The amount of space gained by the extensions out, and upward. A balcony section looked out over the river. Windows on all sides gave the customers a perfect view. The customers protected from all types of weather. Whether the weather be wet, or dry, windy, or cold. You look down on the boats moored on the river. Watch the cars, and trucks, move across the traffic bridge. See the houses on the northern side of the river. The mangroves which grow along the muddy bank. The morning sun shone through the window to brighten, and warm, the people attending the Devonshire Morning Tea before time to listen to the speakers on different topics to do with seniors. To tell them of ways to protect themselves from being cheated out of their life savings. Their safety. Health problems. “I knew they would be here,” said my friend, who nod…
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Surprise. Surprise. “Oh my. This can't be happening to me,” cried Mary Henderson. “The kids are driving me mad. They want money for this. For that. Money, money, money.” She clenched her fists. Raised them angrily into space. Her face contorted with rage. And worry. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Mary Henderson made a sad picture. She sat on a shabby couch in the untidy room. Mary was thirty-six but looked a lot older. Her hair hung untidy around her face. Clothes she wore were faded from too much wear. Mary, a person who provided for her family before she considered buying anything for herself. Her brown eyes sad from all her years of worry. The family consisted of four teenage daughters. Mary's husband had died. The girls where nearing the age where they wanted what they wanted, yesterday. No tomorrow. Wanted go go everywhere. Wanted lots of money for clothes. Thought she should buy them a car. The girls had no consideration for anyone but themselves. The pension didn't co…

Damaged Heart

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Cartia was home working when the phone rang. The call was from Algernon. He wanted her to come to his place to read a letter. “What letter?” She knew someone had a plan. “A love letter Fagan received. It's real mind blowing,” Algernon. “Why would I want to read his letter. It has nothing to do with me.” “This one you should read,” he encouraged. “Is Fagan with you,” Cartia asked, not wanting to spend time alone with Algernon. She didn't want to be known as one of Algernon's pillow-talk friends. “Fagan and Orson are here.” “Fine. I'll be there, soon.” She slammed down the phone. She didn't want to go out. She wanted to stay home to finish her work. When she arrived, she was handed a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, she began to read the scribbled words. The language enough to singe the fingers holding the paper. The malevolence was arranged haphazardly on the page was suppose to be Serafina's way of expressing her love. Cartina masked her expressions of shock,…

Alone Time

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It had been a hellish few months. Work had taken over her life. She had never had a free moment to spare from her work life. Enough was enough. Sandra put on her coat. She grabbed her keys, and purse, then walked out of the doorway to her office. She hurried past her secretary. “See you when I return.” she cast the message over her shoulder. Sandra kept moving to escape before anyone was able to stop her, now, she had made up her mind. “Where are you going. You have appointments all afternoon. When will you be back.” The shocked face of her secretary stayed with her on the way to the lift. Not once had she witnessed her boss leave the office without her briefcase packed full of work. “I'll tell you when I make my way back to the office,” shouted Sandra. She waved. Stepped into the lift to take her all the way down to the car park. She hummed a happy tune while she made her escape to freedom. No one would be able to contact her for the next few days. Her hideaway was her castle. A…

Magic of Christmas

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Magic of Christmas. Carina snuggled up in front of the roaring fire of her lounge room. The wind rattled the windows of the log cabin. Snow covered every inch of the landscape. Snow piled by the side of the cabin walls where the wind had blown it. There would be no escape from the mountain valley until the snow had thawed, except by the use of a dog sled, or a snow mobile. Carina didn't want to escape. She had come to the log cabin to escape from all the happy people who were waiting for Christmas to arrive. For Carina, Christmas was a time of sorrow. A sorrow so great she hadn't been able to overcome the tragedy of losing her beloved husband, and six month old son on Christmas Day. A time of joy turned to a time of sorrow. The cold seclusion matched the weather outside the cabin. Life frozen in time. No leaves dangled from the branches of the trees. Ghostly sounds echoed around the house. The wind tried to enter the log cabin throu…