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Memoir: Bikes
Sometimes parents have to disappoint their children. And the younger you are when you are disappointed, the longer you have to brood about it and chew it over at family reunions. Take bikes. Dad would not let my brother and me have two-wheelers. Our terraced street which was a favourite haunt of driving instructors and…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: Free week
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: Z is for Zoo
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Short Fiction: The Dealer
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: Y is for Yellow
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Memoir poem: The Silence Of Saturday Teatime
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: X is for… X
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Memoir: Windows
The window I looked up to the sky through had a cracked pane, the result of my dad flailing a cardigan at an irritating bluebottle. The cardigan had a penny in the pocket – one of those big old heavy pre-decimalisation pennies, blackened and worn smooth through countless transactions in tills and endless jostling against…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: W is for Window
Despite Louise Hulland suggesting that after last week’s foreshadowing of car trouble, this week’s prompt should be ‘Winning the lottery’, it is, in fact, W for window. There’s plenty of scope for stories involving a window. Are you on the outside looking in, or inside looking out? Either way, what’s going on on the other…
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Poem: Something Amiss in My Engine