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My Mother’s Voice Next to my bed is an old chest of drawers, it is a remnant of a very ancient and long since departed bedhead/side drawer combo, inside one of the drawers is a rectangular domed lid box, it is the remnant of what was in some dim distant past a box of handmade chocolates, inside the box are various little bits and bobs, remnants of things long long departed. Inside the box is a little cassette tape, it is a cassette tape that fits inside an answering machine, an answering machine which is also long departed, it is also a remnant, but it’s one of my most prized possessions. I haven’t listened to the tape in

Love Affair She walked into the room in front of him, from behind he could see the limp and the tentative way that she moved, she hurt, he could tell that and his heart ached, he smiled and helped her onto the bed, suppressing a small smile as she grunted, hardly very ladylike. He hauled himself onto the bed and stretched out beside her, he hurt as well, everything ached, he was tired, bone tired, heart tired, soul tired, and yes dead tired, he reached out his hand and stroked her face, a gesture that was automatic but nonetheless filled with love. They had been together for over 22 years now, she had come into his life when he wasn’