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St Rumon's Space (Redruth)
It looks like a bombed out place, this quiet vacancy in an unfashionable town. To one side, over the walls, traffic drones, and on the other a...
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The Man Who Hated Wasting Paper
I would give him wings made from the crisp red gold of fallen leaves, fold the bark of silver birch into darts that would pierce his stingy heart. I...
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Three Women at the Estuary
The first one flew away before we had time to say barely hello. The geese honked derision at the fumbled fond words I hoped to snare her with . The...
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Moving
He moved house in his ninetieth year all by himself. Not because the flat he had was unsuitable, nor that he couldn’t manage the stairs. There was...
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A Remembered Summons
Post took longer to arrive in those black-and-white days decades ago. The Royal Mail had to fight through packs of wolves across the 'Here Be Dragons...
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