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Truth

Posted on May 5, 2012 by Vicky Newham

Somewhere between Lies and facts Is truth The a-ha moment Somewhere between The eyes A felt sense Yes, that’s it Somewhere between Your view And mine Is reality. —————————————————– © Vicky Newham 2012. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication … Continue reading →

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Cracks

Posted on May 3, 2012 by Vicky Newham

Through cracks in my mind Light seeps in, Breaks in the clouds Allowing the sun. In the space in between, A moment, Where I can breathe, Where I can be. ———————————————- © Vicky Newham 2012. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use … Continue reading →

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A hundred words – goings on next door

Posted on March 31, 2012 by Vicky Newham

The young woman’s screams are getting louder now and more urgent sounding. What’s going on next door? Then her voice becomes a strained whimper as she pleads – “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do absolutely anything.” “I don’t want to … Continue reading →

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A hundred words – what’s in a name?

Posted on March 29, 2012 by Vicky Newham

“What about Oliver?” suggests Andy. “It’s a nice strong sounding name for a boy, don’t you think?” “It means Olive tree!” says Fiona. “What about Thomas, then?” “He’s not Welsh and he’s not a twin! Thomas means twin.” “Right, how … Continue reading →

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Flash fiction 100 – who’s the boss?

Posted on March 28, 2012 by Vicky Newham

Our new neighbours, a couple, came round to introduce themselves. We made small talk, had coffee, and discussed local issues. The woman asked where I got my blinds. The man was adamant that they were not having blinds. The window … Continue reading →

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In two hundred words – does this sound familiar?

Posted on March 27, 2012 by Vicky Newham

“You always do that! It’s so annoying!” “Do what?” “When I ask you if you want some crisps from the shop, you say no, and then you eat half mine!” “Well, sorreeee! What do you mean by always? When was … Continue reading →

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And another hundred words – infidelity

Posted on March 24, 2012 by Vicky Newham

It was a complete shock. He admitted that it had been going on for six months, that the first time had been a moment of weakness, and that after that he hadn’t been able to stop himself. The man I … Continue reading →

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Another hundred words – the stranger on the wall

Posted on March 23, 2012 by Vicky Newham

For over two hours he has been sitting cross-legged on the grass directly opposite my lounge window. From the sofa, I see that he looks up intermittently and glances over, straight at me. His eyes bore into me and I … Continue reading →

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In a hundred words – a bit of a lift

Posted on March 22, 2012 by Vicky Newham

The smell of hot metal lodges in my throat. I keep thinking I can taste it. Loud, grinding sounds hurt my ears. Squashed up, sardines in a tin, the heat and humidity are unbearable. A mix of smells invade my … Continue reading →

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Dylan makes a fresh start – part 8

Posted on March 12, 2012 by Vicky Newham

“Dylan? Dylan, love,” his Mum is saying. “Where am I?” “You fainted at school. Dr McKenzie says you’ve got a stomach bug.” “Where’s the pipe? The pipe I found in the garden yesterday.” The anxiety in Dylan’s voice is unmistakeable. … Continue reading →

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