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She had this house she went back to at the end of the day. She was trying to define the concept of home. What was that elusive thing that she thought she wanted? Bulbs growing in pots, a vegetable garden, a fire and a comfy chair. A desk. A bedroom with white walls, a patchwork quilt, and a bed made …

That summer Daisy had to stay in the city even though it was hot and sweaty. Of course she’d rather be by the sea or up in the hills by a river or lake. Anywhere but walking the streets lined with shops still advertising summer sales with amazing bargains and prices slashed. The irony was her city-the place where she …

The Bench (love untold)   They look at him without committing   ‘Is he one of the them,’ they wonder, ‘or just one of ‘them’?’   Their dogs lie quietly, in the absence of malice   He, with his book, sits at one end of the bench chewing on the world, as much on its discrepancies as its gods of …