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Tale Weaver #201 – Morning – December 13th – Miss Marble’s Morning Dew

Miss Marble, witch, of 46 Grimace Street, awoke to begin her day as she had for so many years she’d now forgotten how many. When you had lived a long time you forgot how long it had all been but … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver #200 – Sharing – December 6th – The Park Seat

There’s a man in the park who sits in the middle of a seat and places his stuff either side of him thereby leaving no space for anyone else. It’s not that he doesn’t want anyone to sit beside him, … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver # 199 – Open or Shut? November 29th – Opening a Shut Door.

When Marie died the devastation of his loss was overwhelming. He’d been prepared, at least he thought he had been, but the moment of her passing left him bereft. He felt a massive emptiness descend on him and he welcomed … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – # 198 – Knights – November 22nd

Image: Google Images Labelled for re-use. It was no fun being a knight. Marvin had long found the role to be tedious, and the constant maintenance to his armour not to say the endless polishing to keep it shining was … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver # 197 – Life’s Journey – 15th November – Cyril Rum’s Observations.

Cyril Rum, Angel on sabbatical, had come to earth for two reasons. One was to have a break from all things angelical, for after all eternity was a long time to be doing the same job and secondly to see … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver #196 – Gratitude – November 8th

He wakes as usual to a cold draught coming down the concrete culvert. He drags the worn old blanket he found by the roadside over him, the cardboard base of his bed is well and truly flattened by his constant … Continue reading

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Tale Weaver #195 – Dance – 1st November – The Last Proper Dance

The Last Proper Dance She wakes and discovers the dawn has arrived. There’s a pale light poking itself under the drawn blinds, illuminating of her room to see by. Usually, she wakes before the first light and waits with impatience … Continue reading

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