

Gin and Frolick“One part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not knowGin and Frolick
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do”
Millie stretched out across the picnic quilt.
The sky boasted an array of puffy sunlit clouds. “You know, when I was young, I used to think God lived behind the sunny clouds, I thought he lived on the positive side of the world. Whilst I…well we, were stuck in some kind of purgatory.” She unscrewed a bottle of gin with unsteady hands and poured it into a chipped tea cup. “Why? What’s the point. It’s a lie. God’s a lie…this entombed life, is a lie” Tired of talking to her beloved
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In my Liverpool home 2nd verChina townIn my Liverpool home 2nd ver
The smell of eastern cuisine drifted upwards, wafting towards the window sill, where Donna had been seated all morning. Clicking the heels of her old leather boots together she gazed down at the street below. Liverpool china town. The place was crowded with people. Tracksuit- clad truants were eating chips in their gangs as business men and women were searching high and low for a take away without a queue. It was the usual hustle and bustle of Monday lunchtime. Donnas gaze reverted to inside her newly rented flat, a tiny sq


In my Liverpool home- part oneThe smell of Chinese cuisine seeped beneath the door, leaking grease onto the peeling wall paint. In the corner of the room, sat a young woman, clicking the heels of her battered boots together repeatedly. “So this is home”, she huffed to herself.In my Liverpool home- part one
The small flat was cluttered with various magazines such as “spin” and “face”, Whilst a huge heap of vinyl records and various garments of clothing managed to spill onto any remaining space.
There was a knock on the door. Before she had time to get up, a stocky Asian man who went by the name of Ho, appeared in the doorway. “Hello,
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