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Sunday, February 15th, 2009
Someone was breathing in my room.
Somewhere, in the darkness, someone
was watching me. I felt my own breath halt in my throat as I
tried to filter the background from that one, simple sound I'd heard,
waiting for it to happen again. If it was regular, I knew, it was
alive, real.
There. Again. A ...
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Saturday, November 11th, 2006
Jessie is here again, the back of her blonde head facing my admiring gaze. She sits, crossed legged, reading the paper, gingerly tipping her ciggarette ash into the small ceramic ashtray I've placed before her. I've tipped her hair, and kissed her brow, and returned to the hob as I ...
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Thursday, October 19th, 2006
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I had awoken with a jerk. I was bolt upright in my bed before I realised it had been a dream. My bare back glistened in sweat, cooling with the light breeze than came in from the open window behind me. Even as I wiped the sweat from my clammy ...
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Thursday, October 19th, 2006
Later, Jessie and I drink frothy cappuccinos in the nearby coffee shop, both absorbed in our latest purchases from the St Vincent De Paul charity book store. I scan the back of my novel, as Jessica reads the first few paragraphs of her latest prison diary book. She has a ...
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Thursday, October 19th, 2006
I busy myself with my half built rockery in the garden for the rest of the evening, making use of the bright summer dusk. By ten o'clock, with the sun losing it's heat and finally disappearing behind the slates of my roof, I sit back on a the sleepers proping ...
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