Her parents banned all mirrors from the house
His Other Story
On Mondays, red cars only enter town
How we escaped
I could take up smoking
A small, highly-polished, desk
I watched two men on the opposite slope
Indians!
It's empty here, apart from God
John Mole
Last Night in the Shed, he was working late
Late fat summer
Leaving the house by the back door
Marquee
My mind was like a tree full of monkeys
Nationwide
Not much wind, not too cold, not actually raining
Breakwater
A waist-high mob of bickering brats
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
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