Author: barbarau
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The Plunger
I didn’t think consciously about attracting women. After all, I was married. It must have been a permanent fixture in my subconscious. What I really mean is, I couldn’t help myself. Nevertheless, I have to admit that as I gave myself one last admiring look in the mirror each morning, just to make sure…
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The Documentary
Nothing has the power to hold my attention. I can’t concentrate for long enough to read a book. I’ve never been interested in or played sport. I shudder at the sight of the television screen. Music provides my only solace. I take my iPod everywhere I go. … I wake up, throw off the blanket…
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Overheated
Marcel was certain he’d never see any of these people again – not in the space of a hundred years. With that in mind, he willed himself to turn over. But, he couldn’t do it. Instead, he looked across at the girl next to him, stretched out on her back. Her body was tanned the…
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Helplessly Hoping
Jasmina uncovered her sagging brown breast and offered it to the crying hungry child on her knee. The tiny undernourished child latched onto the empty breast but try as it might it could not find the nourishment it craved. As a feeling of despair engulfed her Jasmina rubbed her eyes with a grime encrusted hand.…
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Furry Blur
David made his final preparations in the bedroom. He fluffed the feather pillows and turned back the blue and white striped bed cover on Clarice’s side of the bed. His final romantic touch was to switch on the lamp in the corner of the room. He watched it wash a soft glow over the pale…