Tag Archives: Humanity

Seventy-Fifth Anniversary


Perhaps he was a footnote in history, there was no one left to ask, this veteran of a near forgotten war, now brought to life through films and sometimes books, but lived by him back when his legs still moved, … Continue reading

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A View Of Improvement


Those friendships we enjoyed so casually in a life not overburdened with demands, allowed us room to celebrate with ease, a freedom we now find embalmed in photographs. There I am, grinning with a new caught fish, the harbour as … Continue reading

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Memories


Was that her, it seemed so long ago? Another life lived in another age. A young girl dressed in white, beside the man she’d known since her birth. The son of her dad’s best friend, who played with her in … Continue reading

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Letter From My Grandfather


Going through my father’s papers recently, he died last year but we are busy people and it takes time to sift through the clutter which is other people’s lives, I found a letter which I read almost by chance, and … Continue reading

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She Was His Obligation


Her face was like a map of the forgotten world or maybe just a nightmare, lined, creased and tired from experience, but there was a quality of defiance about it which drew you to a second look. Those smoker’s eyes, … Continue reading

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Designing A Child’s Character


At eight and three quarter months the baby was developing normally, and now the light above the Wombulator was changing to green, which meant she could insert the chip of personality traits and abilities she wished her child to possess and … Continue reading

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