Prose

  • He stood by the bus shelter outside Tesco Metro as if he were standing on a red carpet. Tesco Metro was next door to Poundland so this bit of the street was always busy. He smiled if he caught anyone’s eye, an appealing smile if slightly naïve. His thick, slickly-oiled, slightly greying hair gleamed in

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  • (1) We would like to go into town, today being Sunday, a worthy day among the others to do so, and we only go into town when Uncle Henry takes his medication. There is a problem. Uncle Henry won’t take his medication again.  We have tried.  After we returned from service this morning, Cousin Emmanuel greeted

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