Rosemary for remembrance – a 50 word photostory

 

He remembers blindly following the expected path. She remembers his hand over her mouth. He remembers too many parties to remember. She remembers fear. He remembers being the man most likely to. She remembers laughter, it still echoes deep inside.… More

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To keep a childish heart – a sad 50-word photostory

The toy was found twenty years later, behind the wardrobe. She washed it, smiling as she remembered the tears and tantrums when it was first lost. Hanging it to dry, she anticipated his face when finally reunited with Bobsy. ‘Rabbit,’ he said that evening.… More

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Any port – a 50 word photostory

‘What do you think hell will be like?’
I don’t need to imagine. I was there one night last February. A sudden flash. And then
a bobbing ocean, screams, strobe lights, strangers
ignoring every plea, boots stamping stamping, raised
fists, until.
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All that matters – a 50 word photostory

We’re falling apart and there’s no-one left to put us back together. We just let things drop where they will. My finger on the stairs, your leg in the bathroom. We hold each other so gently, secretly measuring what’s left. Soon we’ll just be lips kissing our love to oblivion.More

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