Tag: Shay's wordgarden
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12 March: Her Shadows
HER SHADOWS His mother leaned overto give him a kiss, her lipsthe colour of ruby jewellery.He ducked, luckily missed her red smear across his face.She had this marvellous way of leaving a room. Her intensesummer perfume hangingpregnant and pretty in the air.Fading like a photo. A shiver.And he remembers two menwearing tang-colour uniforms, they carried…
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