Story Snapper

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    Still

    His eyes glazed over the lake like it didn’t exist. He had a sunken, pale face and shoulders that dropped so low you could almost visualise the wooden beam forcing them down. What had life done to him? He stared as though there was someone at the other side of the lake holding a card with an impossible equation written on it. The last thing I wanted to do was go over and talk to him. I came here to relax, to ‘get away’ from my own problems. He was an old man. He wouldn’t want me interfering in his life. But my feet were restless, my heart stirred for…

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    Our World

    A world without Coronavirus. Where social distancing is simply a matter of being British.Where a baby’s first word isn’t ‘mask’.Where Christmas is a time of peace and not of lateral flow tests.Where one does not whip out sanitiser when one goes to shake one’s hand.Where the tune ‘happy birthday’ isn’t a reminder to wash hands more thoroughly.Where death toll figures aren’t read over a bowl of cornflakes.Where fathers and mothers don’t die alone because of national restrictions.Where loved ones are lost. A world with Coronavirus. Where embracing one another isn’t taken for granted.Where broken relationships mend.Where working from home swings doors wide open.Where the world unites in giving key workers…

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    The Fantastic Fox

    The sun rested on the luscious auburn coat of a sleeping fox. Curled in a ball, snuggled in the bosom of late afternoon. I’d never seen tranquillity quite like it. Birds sang and the quiet wind blew, and there he was, the perfect picture of serenity. I had to get a photo. There was a fox sleeping in my garden! I took one with my phone through my murky kitchen window, but I needed to get closer. With my baby quietly playing in the lounge, I turned the key in our back door, slow, steady. I slipped my sandals on. Leaning on the handle, I opened the door and crept…

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    The Bite

    There stood a red-bricked house, semi-detached, with a golden sheen licking its exterior. Common but beautiful. I daren’t peel my floral netted curtains any further. Someone might have noticed me, thought something of me. They always had. I wondered though…who lived there? Were they happy? Rich? Poor? Lonely? I tore myself away from my single-glazed windows, where through the netting, frost clawed at the glass and sat down. Only for a moment. My back creaked as I rose from the damp sofa. Bending down took several minutes, but eventually, I got low enough to turn the gas fire on. Click. Click. Pow. Crackle. Ah, warmth. I rubbed my hands together,…

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    Tranquillity

    Tranquillity. She deserves more attention, more respect. We’re always so busy. We don’t take lunch breaks in the park, we take them at our desk, during a phone call, in a meeting. I didn’t meet Tranquillity for sixty years. There were so many deadlines in our publishing house, piles of paperwork and far too few coffee breaks. My coffee was gulped over pages, leaving brown rings on the paper. I met Tranquillity in retirement. Suddenly, I had time. To hear the early birdsong, feel the whispering breeze through my thin hair, meet strangers who turned into friends. I felt relaxed for the first time in my life. If only someone…