Hello and welcome to Winchester, a City set in the countryside.
Paul Silvester, resident, educator and writer.
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Read more: The Christmas Hospital Pick-Up
Arriving your sphincter tightens, being where mother died and her abuser lives on. But then there is the cancer. Helping your sibling with her father’s hospital regime, whilst often wishing him dead instead of her, conflicts your innards, tying you in knots. The semi with magnolia and incongruous diamond-leaded windows looks the same and yet…
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Read more: Lockdown Madness
Lockdown the third, was into its twelfth week. The cold, dark days of winter presenting a different challenge than the novelty of the first ‘stay at home’ curfew the previous spring. I had a message from the mother of my children. Our youngest son was in crisis. His psychotic, cannabis induced, episodes of eight years…
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Read more: Boxes
Ernst closed the inner door, leaving the front door slightly ajar for air, as was his habit. He placed a foot each side of the long rolled up carpet that lay the whole length of the room and walked almost its length before making two right-handed ninety degree turns to arrive back by the windows.…
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