The coat stood out against the dying grass on the hillside. Anyone passing would have seen it.
Nobody passed.
She shrugged the coat back onto her shoulders and turned her gaze to the sky, away from the tree that leaned from the North Sea wind. Her jaw was gently set, as if the clouds troubled her at first. Then her face smoothed and her soft eyes saw the distance, saw the future.
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Hello, how are you?
I am fine, thank you, how are you?
I am well, thank you. I haven’t seen you for a long while. How’s your family?
We are a small family now. My brother, you knew him, he passed away. My parents, in my country, they passed away. My older sister, she lived with our parents, she passed away. Now I am, with my younger sister. We are the family. But what can you do? If people must go, they must go. When they have stayed enough, they leave us. … How is your family?
The riptide curled, waves crested and rolled, roiled up and over the lone rock in the stone grey sea, and the snow was gone.
The wet tea towels balled up heavy on the drainer, the splashes of soaped water dribbling down the steamy window, the tea leaves and unidentifiable swilled around the plug hole.
People with beautiful eyes are dangerous as fire.
People with dangerous eyes are beautiful as ice.
See me, follow me, take me with you.
Imagine a sad voice.
The saddest thing you’ve ever heard in the saddest voice you’ve ever heard.
Feel your heart tear.
Hear the words ‘But I believed him….’
I hit my face on a door so my nose bled.
I spilled pomegranate juice down my white white shirt.
The third was still to come so I threw the jar of medlar jam against the wall.
I’m glad that’s over.
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You cannot see deceit. It hides and glides and slides invisible, like the tattoo on the dragon’s neck, black on green-black. You cannot see deceit. Until the dragon’s eye snaps open, red.
The championship medals clinked rhythmically on the bedpost. Result.
