The reluctant gardener

Notizia del: March 27th, 2014

By Rachel Roberts

Nigel looked at the garden with disgust. It was more of a yard really. The owner had kept a dog here for years. It had urinated over every square inch, killing all but the most resilient weeds, and turning the earth an acidic yellow grey.
The place stank. Nigel sighed and looked down at his new white trainers. He was going to hate this job.
His father, the owner of a successfull business, had been furious when Nigel had failed his school exams. Dad was one of those self-made men who loved to talk about how he’d worked his way up from nothing. He was a high-achiever and he expected the same from his son.

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Miss Brown’s armchair

Notizia del: March 8th, 2014

By Susan Burns

We went into the bookshop in Horley Street. It had a comfortable and restful lunchromm upstairs. The sort of place where old ladies met their childhood friends. They did very good soup and an excellent chocolate cake. An old lady with a dark blue hat was going slowly up the stairs assisted by a stick and a member of staff.

At the foot of the stairs there was an old, dark brown armchair. I was tired after all our shopping and I sat down in it.
“You can’t sit in Miss Brown’s chair!” said Gwen.
“Miss Brown’s chair?” I queried. “Who is Miss Brown?”
“That old lady in blue you saw going up the stairs. This is her personal armchair”.

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2Hearts

Notizia del: February 14th, 2014

By Susan Burns

“I don’t know why you don’t just leave him”, said Muriel. “You need to get some fun back into your life. You’re only thurty-five, you’ve got no kids”.
It was easy for her to speak like that. She wasn’t married. Anyway there was nothing fundamentally wrong with Terry. He was quite attractive, kind and intelligent. She just neever seemed to see him now. And when she did it it was as if she didn’t exist. But Mauriel was right about one thing. She needed to get some fun back into her life. But she had no idea where to start.

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Piccadilly pickpockets

Notizia del: January 6th, 2014

By William Sutton

Are you ever surprised by a memory from the past? A strange smile, a strange face or a strange expression can ignite memories, from London’s East End to the Houses of Parliament. In Parliament today, as I watched our dear Prime Minister answer questions, an unexpected memory came into my mind - of my first case under Inspector Wardle of Scotland Yard. It was a case I was proud of, back in 1860, the first time I impressed Wardle, an angry northener of whom I was very much afraid.

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Mirror

Notizia del: December 8th, 2013

By K. J. Ramsbottom

I love second-hand shops. I can’t pass one without stopping to look at the dusty piles of old books, handbags, cracked glass ornaments and all the other ephemera people accumulate in their lives. I love rummaging around in boxes where everything is 50 pence and I rarely leave empty-handed. Once I found a green necklace which turned out to be jade. A bargain for a pound!

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Goodbye, Gordon

Notizia del: November 11th, 2013

By Charlotte Booth

Gordon and his brother were happily playing at the edge of the field near their house. Their mum had told them they must never go past the fence and into the road as it was dangerous and car always drove too fast and weren’t able to stop in time.
Normally Gordon was well-behaved and would stay on the field side of the fence, but this evening something interesting had caught his eye on the other side. He desperately wanted to explore. He started to run slowly towards the fence until his brother said to him: “Don’t go there! You know what mum said. It’s dangerous.”

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A letter to myself

Notizia del: October 8th, 2013

By Charlotte Booth

Dear Edith (age 10),

I found this picture of me and my two brothers in a drawer. I am 10 years old in the picture so it must have taken in 1949. I don’t remember the day but I do remember that dress. A blue and white dress with small, pink buttons in the shape of flowers. I had a pale pink ribbon in my hair. Of course the picture is black and white, but I remember it clearly. I loved that ribbon, I wore it every day.

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Will that be all, Sir?

Notizia del: September 15th, 2013

By Louise Johnson

“Your house is beautiful, Henry”.
Margaret suddenly looked anxious.
“I may call you Henry?”
“Of course, Margaret. I don’t want there to be any formality between us. I’m glad you like it. It’s been in the family for over 200 years”.

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