Peace

I met him for the first time on the ferry to Ireland. He leaned on the railing alongside some seagulls, overlooking the Welsh mainland. He wore a robe that looked like those worn by Buddhist monks, only his was black. He stood with his head bowed, either praying or watching…

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The Painting

I go to the museum every day. When the front door opens, I enter, wave my pass at the security guards and walk straight to the painting. I sit in front of it, next to her ghost. Can't blame her for haunting that place. I wouldn't want to stay at…

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The memory

I have one memory that I shine like a bauble, every day, until it becomes even more fantastical than it already was. It is the only memory that counts. Every year I get to stand in the King's Theatre, basking in the light of many candles and retell it to…

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Consequence

When I was born, my father named me Consequence. It was meant as a jab to my mother, just before he left our lives, but it was also... How could a man hate a small child as much as he did? How could one purposefully choose to name his son…

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Coat

Winter doesn't agree with me. It makes my bones creak, my breath stale, my body so cold, that layers upon layers of clothing have no effect. I always tremble. I always shiver until I am unable to speak. That is why the city folk thinks me insane, their children call…

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