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Post by kas on Jul 22, 2010 17:03:21 GMT
OK, better think of a more cheerful one!
"Last boxes missus, where do you want them?". "Oh, anywhere really, just here in the hallway will be fine". "Here's the mugs back, thanks for the tea". "No problem, thanks for all the hard work, " she reached into her back pocket, "have a drink on me all of you". She twitched and fidgeted as the removal men took a last satisfied look round the house. Hung swinging on the front door as they loaded up their trolleys. Smiled and waved as they climbed into the cab of the lorry. Then she shut the door. Walked into the empty lounge, sunlight falling on the wooden floor, dust particles catching the light from the window. And she hugged herself with glee, and she threw her arms out and spun in a circle, her fine blonde hair flying out from her head, and she danced and spun and laughed, alone at last in her new home.
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Post by helenc on Jul 23, 2010 10:45:38 GMT
The man sat down with his coffee and tried to work out exactly when it had happened. To pinpoint it.
The morning had started as usual. Get up, feed cat, shower, let cat out, drive, get on train...
Then he had that meeting. Went ok. Then somewhere in between leaving the room and getting back to his desk it suddenly hit him. Or at least that's when he felt it.
He remembered walking past the water filter....felt normal.
He remembered walking past the secretary and joking about something....felt normal.
When did it happen? When was the exact moment he lost his soul?
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Post by kas on Jul 23, 2010 17:33:47 GMT
Ooh, nice one Helen.
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Post by leigh on Jul 25, 2010 19:11:33 GMT
"I'm sorry love, she's gone" and arms closed around me. I couldn't cry, just stood shaking. Remembered long lunches in black and white tea houses. Rummaging together through the rails of countless charity shops, returning home carrying bags bursting with exciting bargains. Leaning on the balcony in the heat of the intense morning sun watching the mad dash of traffic along the Corniche. Thought back to that last shopping trip and the little face turned to me "I always enjoy being out with you, thank you for being my friend". I held my phone in my hand and wondered how to tell her big strong man what she had done.
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Post by kas on Jul 31, 2010 18:10:43 GMT
Thanks hun. Can we have more stories please? I enjoy reading what you talented bunch come up with.
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Post by helenc on Aug 5, 2010 21:21:06 GMT
I have a bubble around me. Inside my bubble are all the people and animals I love and would do anything for.
I wonder if it's possible to see people's bubbles.
I think some people must have a bubble so small that only they can fit in it. Maybe some people have bubbles that are so tiny they are actually mostly on the outside of it.
And others have bubbles so massive that they get sort of lost in the middle.
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