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Once More To The Sea My Love
By Lucy Brighton I turn up the radio; it’s playing the latest music, what you prefer to call an ‘infernal racket’. I look over at you, but you don’t comment. The choice of music would usually cause an argument. But not today. I think of the previous times we’ve done this trip, every year since we got married and spent our honeymoon in the ‘state-of-the art’ static caravan. You dressed in skimpy bikinis as if we were on the Algarve, stretching your toes towards the horizon. “
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I Dare You
A Short Story by Lucy Brighton “I dare you to knock on the witch’s door,” I say. “And say what?” “Run away or she’ll turn you into a frog or summat.” “I think we…I don’t know, Lolly.” Rachel’s fourteen months older than me, almost eight, but you’d think she was younger. She’s yellow. That’s what Mum calls someone who is chicken. Her lip trembles and I know she doesn’t want to cry in front of me or I’ll call her Tiny Tears. Guilt gnaws in my belly, flooding my body and mak
brightwritenow
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Symbiosis
I am alive. I am sparked into being by our connection. Our touch is tentative at first, as lovers rekindling after a long time apart. We will sustain each other, you and I. There is a voice, but it sounds distant, like a scream muffled by fog and sand. “Can you hear me, Mrs Swift?” We quicken and jump, it catches me off guard for a second, but I regulate, send you my steadiness through our intertwining tendrils. Da dum da dum da dum. “Yes,” you croak, parched
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