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By Marge Breitenbach, who grew up in South Africa. It was a sad, heartfelt goodbye. Just to think that you have gone forever to that cold cemetery where the wind can howl incessantly through the trees. We have been so very close for a very long time – actually many years! You were my first…
Short Stories from The Flair Writer’s Group By Tom Jones Tom had a head cold, which was strange because he had a temperature at the same time. Worst of all he couldn’t fully appreciate the aroma of his coffee. wrirFrom behind him in the library came an alarming noise that sounded somewhat like a washing…