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Paul Silvester, resident, educator and writer.
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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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Read more: Brexit – Exit
It was one of Grant’s mates who invited me along to the meeting. Suzie and I were mildly ‘Brexity’ but not that bothered really. We had voted for it in the referendum. Without really talking that much about it, I think that we had both got so fed up with politics and all politicians, that…
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Read more: The Hoarder
Ernst was increasingly becoming a social isolate. He had lived in his large three-bedroom maisonette for nearly quarter of a century. Gradually the people he knew were dying. Most notably Ian who had died earlier in the year. Whilst he and Ernst had never been lovers, they had been first friends, and later companions, for…
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