

Fostering Hope
The trolley creaked and moaned under a mound of books, CDs and Audiobooks as I wheeled it down the echoing corridor. I halted beside an
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The trolley creaked and moaned under a mound of books, CDs and Audiobooks as I wheeled it down the echoing corridor. I halted beside an
“Jane?” I am using the landline. Some things – family dramas, for instance, real or imagined – do not lend themselves to FaceTime. “Yes.” “Do
The second day he saw the woman walking her dog by the lake, Brock nodded at her and smiled as they approached each other. She
I get into football in the months after Rick left me. A single mum with two boys, I’m glad for something we can do together.
The duck followed me home. Not a dog. Not a cat. A duck. I heard him before I saw him, a cheerful “pwuk wuk wuk
After midnight again. Christian Blake locked the big glass door behind him and glanced up at the night sky. Stars sprinkled thick as salt on
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