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Staring out of a Window Late at Night
I’m staring out of the window of the bar late at night - just before closing time.I’m looking out of the public bar window at the mountain that’s moving towards me like Birnam Wood in the play which name cannot be spoken aloud and I know it’s the drink that talking when in walks my old buddy, Jack O’Leary, tight as a cork in an old bottle of Merlot. We’re in the Angel Hotel, only it ain’t no hotel, just a pub tucked into the side of the hill, and I haven’t seen Jack for a year because I’ve been sailing around the post British Empire world. All those places that now have independence and who’s ...
Sorry, big bird
Susan was having a sandwich. In a daytime, when the blanket of sky gently covered anyone in the street with its patches of water blue and white, she went to the porch and inhaled the salty air of her youth. Her rocking chair was directed towards the shore where fatty seagulls would become a threat to her pleasant snack. Thank God, she was sitting there near the walls which she painted with her father when she was ten; the walls which were keeping the warmth of kind talks and quiet support. Each creaky sound was within her. Canadian winds would probably become an obstacle for her comfort, but s...
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I have to make a start today as I'm not sure how much time is left. But where to begin?I decide the bedroom should be the first destination. I can just about open the door and get in between the pile of magazines on one side and boxes on the other. I switch on the light to survey the landfill. The bed confronts me, the duvet pulled back on the side I slept on last night and an untidy pile of unused towels, pink, blue, white and all the colours in between, lying opposite. Reaching the window to open the curtains is a step too far as I will have to hurdle the stack of mats in the way and I am no...
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One of the most stunning features of the exposed rock of The Grand Canyon are all of the colorful layers of millions upon millions of years of sediment. The reds and ochers, golds and tans show their colors brilliantly, illuminated by the sun which shines freely, unimbedded by clouds. But as Nina gazes on, she can't stop the tears. The scenery in front of her vanishes, blurred and then lost to the despair that fills her heart like the tears fill her eyes.***Out of all the times to up and take a trip, Nina has to concede to herself that she doesn’t have the best timing. In fact, if one were to ...