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  Posted: January 18, 2021      Views: 14

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BERTODI 

languages teacher Dip Ed BA MA tefl Inst of Ling..often work abroad, had some exhibitions previously of small water colours. Two poetry books- waterstones- Paper Battleships and The Prody's. nine more ready to print- Many editors awards over the - more...

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The clock regularly moves backwards. Clunk clunk clunk.On every seventh clunk, the gas fire explodes. A mini explosion. A distant thump. Exploding...
It is autumn.
come for a drive.
Golden leaves, russet trees.
Good heavens I am sixteen. Wasn't I smart looking, not very smart about men. Ofcourse he tries it on. I slap his face. He laughs..
-shan't see you again, but I like you for that.
I laugh too.
That's a good way to end a relationship with laughter and honesty.
but it isn't good, he told me he only tried it on to see if I was 'the other way on' like Chinese females, being a foreigner and all that. I forget I am a foreigner or nationality most of the time.
They sat about Auschwitz on their horses, a Czech and a Pole, watching the work of the Germans and their Jewish victims.
Insurance day..
My sister in law has thrown out a dress. I haven't had such a pretty dress for years. It's voile, with a low neckline. Dear me, I am only 23 and he's already forgotten I exist.
I wear the dress to death, I am still a good shape and every male on the estate stares or whistles, except the only person I would welcome a stare from.
Washing again.
Freddy, come in, sit down.
The sun shines in from the kitchen window. He chats over a cup of tea. I can see what he thinks, it makes me feel good, stops me brooding.
God, third baby due.
Bus passes by. someone runs up the road. The sharp pain fluctuates between icy fog and prodding steel.
the steel as cold as forceps, the prodding like the cutting scissor just before they release the baby.
The lightning strikes. Bavaria, sweltering summer nights. I am home again. I want to stay, they won't let me.
Teenage son Ryan knocks on the bedroom door.
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