Writing | Deirdre-day

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Trap

If you have never been taken to a place against your will you don’t know how it feels to be imprisoned. Perhaps we all as children...

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Back to the second batch of cops

I went back three weeks and was tempted to go back a year and then eight years and all the way back then to the beginnings of the...

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Three weeks earlier

Perhaps before I describe what befell me after the cops came that second time. The calmer and more jovially cruel copbs. But then again...

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After she took the Ambien (an experiment in 3rd person)

She took the ambien because the world that she found herself was presently utterly unbearable. What was she supposed to do about getting...

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Clutch

I remember when they left me in the empty house. It had been a full house not long before so its emptiness and unlike all the empties I...

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workday

I try very hard not to leave the house. I think I had been tending in that direction for many years. Even when the grown children were...

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cutting onions without tears

The thing about being older is that your brain is full of memories and they keep superimposing themselves on everything you do. It's not...

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First memory

We are upstairs, my mother and I and we are looking out a window down upon a garden. And my father is in the garden and I say to words. ...

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Memorial

There was the fact that I claimed I would write every day. And that for a period of time which I don't know what it is but is probably a...

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THE OBIT

Writing the obituary of someone you are close to, say a father, isn't as easy at task as someone not trying to accomplish it might think....

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