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Illusion and Greed
This is a story from hundreds of years ago. Passed from mother to child. But yours has gone and so it is my time to tell it once more. It begins with Nairna who is bound between two rivers. She dwells at the foot of Munro, where gorse is…
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Wasted
Empty cans litter rooms, reflecting – spotlights on hot bodies. Music blares, blasting bass from the windows to the walls. Her stumbling, staggering legs protrude, sticking out from under a short skirt. A teary talk in a toilet clumps and smears her lashes. Shoved to the couch, an arm tangled…