Terri Jenkins-Brady

The Window

Probably it’s an ordinary house; most likely, anyway, but since I’ve never lived anywhere else, it’s what suits me best. And the very best part about this house is that it has windows: some of them have sunshine which pours in, warm and inviting, especially on cold days. To sink into a puddle of sunshine …

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Lost Love

I couldn’t help it. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it to stop that revealing motion, and to prevent myself from – what? What next? Sobbing aloud? Shrieking? We were parted. Separated. Torn from each other. My heart hurt. It was all too abrupt. I wouldn’t do this; couldn’t live this way. I remembered …

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Barrow Road

Barrow Road                       The wheelbarrow approached him at an angle, almost as though it wished to disguise its lack of any apparent propelling force: certainly no ruddy-faced farmer nor lightly-muscled adolescent grasped its handles. There was no human nor animal pulling, pushing or even trying to keep it in a straight path. It trundled itself …

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Little bits

Those little bits of sprinkles that decorate the top of a chocolate doughnut … those little bits of pencil erasers which completely unnerve the cats … the little bits of spinach which stick between your teeth … tiny little bits of glitter which make the stars on the Christmas tree glow in the dark … …

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