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Little Doll
You were Isobel Isaac to the world; to me, you were Little Doll. Your enchanting smile would leave paparazzi hypnotised at the lens; they failed to detect the cracks in your face; the heavily...
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Elsie
Elsie swirled the teacup around in her crumpled, conical hands; working the tea-leaves into a symbol. She had provided readings for many people over many years; it had given them an insight into their...
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Reflections of Lady Abigail
I yearn for the pucker of youth that I once relished, I ache for the shimmering face that could arrest the eyes of others, A pursing of my lips only discloses the sunken contours of my face, A wild...
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Clown
I had been drawn into a dark circus of a world; a world where high-wired voices had giggled so delicately, over nothing. This is the spirit of the circus, they had voiced with curled lips, and it’s...
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Life
Ernest Burroughs pulled the well-thumbed life manual close to his face. His cataract eyes failed him; so he sniffed out the written words with his white-haired nostrils. The words travelled his nasal...
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