Committed – Part 2

Monday 23 March 2015 Ordinarily since her committal, Camille West had chosen to sit outside the asylum’s conservatory rather than in the common room, but today she was holed up inside, a sudden storm making it impossible to venture outdoors. … Continue reading

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Committed – Part 1

Sunday 22 March 2015 ‘It’s isolating here. I’m isolated. I don’t get to see anyone other than them.’ She flung her right arm wantonly in the direction of the others to illustrate her point. Oliver looked at her targets and … Continue reading

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Nothing As Simple As Cops And Robbers

Saturday 14 March 2015 Back in the day . . . I’ve always wanted to use that phrase, and it seems to fit quite well in this context . . . back in the day cop shows really didn’t seem … Continue reading

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Nothing But Words . . .

Monday 9 March 2015 LORD POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.             (Act II, Scene II, The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark, William Shakespeare) Most people who know me know that I love a … Continue reading

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Things That Don’t Suck Big Time . . .

Monday 2 – Wednesday 4 March 2015 So, my previous post was Things That Suck Big Time . . . and I thought I’d follow it up with a post about things that don’t suck because, y’know, it’s always good … Continue reading

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Things That Suck Big Time . . .

Monday 2 March 2015 This is one of those posts that are kinda like filler because I have no idea what to write a post about, but scheduling-wise I need to write a post. Y’know, those posts that I wrote … Continue reading

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Untold – Part 3

Monday 23 – Tuesday 24 February 2015 ‘My father returned from Nigeria a different man. What happened over there?’ Francis Frobisher slapped the arm of his chair. ‘Tell me.’ Winston mopped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of … Continue reading

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