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Gold (2)
In the land that prized gold as the colour of eyes, Jaime was a mystery. Eyes the colour of fire that burnt forever. She saw it.
Gold (1)
The golden flecks that shone through her mum’s hair were real gold. Her dad was a barber and said so. So why did he keep working?
Score
The ball leaves your boot like the flame licks the spoon. Then, when it hits the back of the net, you need to score all over again.
Figure
It was a shapely figure, curves in all the right places and slim where necessary. “99”. Yes, he’d price the peaches at 99.
Light
The sun through the door lit up her last leaving. She leaves lightly, Ray thought, as he watched her silhouette, her hair a halo.
Radio
“Your gran was the pirate radio to my Radio 1, so she was.” Blank looks from the earphone generation. Tears streamed like music.
Mountains
Jack cut out brown paper triangles and dipped the wetted peaks in flour. Stuck to the window, from his bed they looked like home.
Shoes
Inviting me to stay over, my friend’s mum said to bring my slippers; I misheard, thought they had a swimming pool. Disappointing.
Dogs
The bad-luck black dog dogged Roby’s steps. Blood, sweat and rain. Nothing to be done. Until he found out the dog’s name was Reg.
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