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FOWC with Fandango — Pencil

It was one of those sad occurrences in life Charles had to be man enough to face up to. There was no lead left in his pencil. It wasn’t such a big deal when he thought about it, as he … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Theatre

It was a theatre like no other. What happened there was unique. Actors didn’t just act, scenery wasn’t just scenery and audiences were not just audiences. It was the most interactive theatre you’d ever get to be in. In a … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Advanced

I recall my parents speaking one night, and as a natural born eaves-dropper, I listened especially closely when my name was mentioned. The word advanced was mentioned in reference to me, and I was curious as to what they thought … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Traffic

Bumper to bumper, row upon row, The woman in front on her phone Not watching, not concentrating, As we progress, she’s somewhere off with the fairies. Around me, there is a sense of resignation As inch by inch we move, … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Schedule

My neighbour the erstwhile Mr Fango was a man who stuck to a schedule like a spider to a fly. Yesterday was his day to go to town, and he was up and away by 7.30am. I know all this … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Balance

It was one step at a time One day at a time The balance precarious. So many factors to consider Morality, personal struggle Wishfulness, want and need. Reaching out you took my hand and I yours We walked the fine … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Loathe

I loathe the fact you have gone No goodbye, just a silence Are you dead? Are you ill? I feel abandoned Left to fend for myself As if I can be so easily discarded. I know life was not easy … Continue reading

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