Category Archives: Mark

Rough start. Roller coaster. Wild in Brussels (1/3)

Image courtesy of sarahschlitz.be It took George some time, after his arrival in the EU Regulatory Authority, to put enough space between himself and the most unsettling aspects of his first six months in the organisation. “The administrative equivalent of … Continue reading

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Dear George (3/3)

Photo courtesy of Penboutique.com Once she was living in the reality of her transformed relationship with her deceased husband, Patricia’s awareness and appreciation of what she had hitherto referred to as only a ‘physical’ world, expanded like a delicate flower-bud … Continue reading

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Dear George (2/3)

Artwork: Enrique Cropper Such was the immediacy of Patricia’s internal dialogue with her dead husband, there were even times of the day when a semblance of normality appeared in relation to his physical absence. “Besides,” Patricia had often jibed, “he … Continue reading

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Dear George (1/3)

Photo courtesy of Cambridge-news.co.uk The day after George’s funeral was the hardest day of all. Patricia had been in a daze for over a fortnight. From that sudden realisation, when Lucija, George’s colleague, had urgently called her that evening to … Continue reading

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In how many movies were you the baddie, George? Blessing Finula (3/3)

Image courtesy of Père Lachaise cemetery “So,” said George, tottering gently in the middle of the room, staring at Finula in his bed. “I’ll just clean my teeth then,” he drawled, before twisting round and heading back out to the … Continue reading

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