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FFfAW: The Pink Schoolbag

Danny was sad. Mummy didn’t have money to buy him a new schoolbag, so for now, he had to take the pink one which she managed to get at the Church. As he got on the school bus, Gordon was … Continue reading

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TLT: Just Another Day

She glanced heavenward at the night sky soon to be adorned with fireworks, surrounded by people eager to start the countdown. Giggling kids waved sparklers and for a moment, she wished to be in their shoes, innocent and unburdened. Those … Continue reading

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FFfAW: Murky Reality

Casandra loved misty mornings. The thick fog would slowly encircle the house and she’d sit by the picture window, pretending to be the princess of the clouds. Now, decades later, she cringed as the black mist descended, reeking with pollutants. … Continue reading

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FFfAW: A Mother’s Endless Forgiveness

She’d fought with her mother, banged the front door and stormed out of the house – again. She went to her usual place, a bench in a darkened side street. Any teenager would have probably thought twice, but Jessica didn’t … Continue reading

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SPF: Waiting for Dad

Professor Monroe wrote another chemical equation, as the lab echoed with the hiss of flames being switched on. Mary stared into the hot glow and was once again accosted with the reek of her mother’s burning flesh. Her father hadn’t cried … Continue reading

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FFfAW: Time to Cash the Cheque

Jonathan, the museum guard, swiftly grabbed the intruder and wrenched off his mask. But he was actually a she, who wasn’t more than fifteen or sixteen. The fear on her face was palpable, but she stared Jonathan squarely in the eyes. … Continue reading

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SPF: One Day at a Time

“I’m cold Andy,” whispered Bessie. Andy picked up his blanket. “Take this, but don’t tell Mama, you know she couldn’t afford to have the heating turned back on.” Andy was only thirteen but he’d had to grow up early. He … Continue reading

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