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Bursts written by Laura Huntley.

63 Hannigan Road.

The curtain twitches at number sixty three.
I can see you but you can’t see me.

There are several people I see walking by my house; I don’t know where they live. Take the ginger lady with the wavy hair so long I suppose she must sit on it? Four times a day I used to see her, pretty freckled face...

954 words by L Huntley

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Published 9 years ago

Letters.

I’d lost my job, my husband had left me and I’d been feeling quite low. So, I hadn’t kept on top of things. The house was a mess and, outside, the hedge had taken over. Its highest branches now tickled the sky. But I just didn’t have the energy, or the desire, to sort things out.

So when Mrs. Simpkins from...

491 words by L Huntley

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The Long, Hot Summer.

I was a little girl on a rainy Sunday afternoon, playing with my Barbie dolls, I remember it so vividly. My mum switched the television channel over and I moaned at her, claiming that I had been watching the cartoons but we both knew that wasn’t true. A film had just started on the other side, this...

913 words by L Huntley

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