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Am I pitiful for contemplating this blind date...

Am I pitiful for contemplating this blind date...

As I push a lonely olive around my plate, I muse that it might be a metaphor for my life at the moment, sitting alone in this little taverna, feeling sorry for myself. I look around and see an old, overweight, balding man to my left and suddenly realize that it is my own reflection. I’m horrified – for some reason, I hadn’t noticed before how I’ve let myself go since my wife passed away five years ago. I am so confused and alone. I took up playing bridge with some friends to pass the endless days but it is...

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I unstrapped my dress and let it slip to the floor...

I unstrapped my dress and let it slip to the floor...

The sun was streaking my hair, blond highlights were appearing, my skin a golden tan. My luck had run out and I was taking time out. I had to think things through and make plans for my future.I took up this job serving coffee, only temporary of course. The sun and the sea were working wonders. Fortunately for me the customers kept coming back time after time and I was making good tips. I was serving a lot of mugs of coffee, got me thinking, perhaps it wasn’t the coffee they were after. Strange lonely guys who needed to pour...

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He Pulled The Trigger.... Chess, It's Only A Game.

He Pulled The Trigger.... Chess, It's Only A Game.

‘March is the drunk month, you know that, don’t you?’ I asked Peter.  ‘What are you on about?’ He replied, ‘I’ve never heard that expression before.’  ‘I got it from my father,’ I answered, ‘To describe the unpredictable weather, one minute sunshine, the next moment dark clouds and thunderstorms.’ Needless to say, for our stroll we couldn’t decide jackets on or off. We went without but kept our hats on, just in case. My walk with Peter along the beach was becoming a regular thing. A bit of fresh air did us a world of good. Peter and I go way...

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The moment I said it, I knew I shouldn't have...

The moment I said it, I knew I shouldn't have...

I step of the plane and the heat hits me like a slap across the face. I’ve been coming to Cyprus for years, you’d think I would have got used to it by now but, for some reason, it’s still a shock. I don’t really understand how people can live and work in conditions like this. My husband and I were stationed here in Cyprus and I never really stopped visiting the island, even after he had died. He was a soldier in the RAF and this time I am here for his memorial. When I arrive, my apartment is...

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The Art Cafe 1900

The Art Cafe 1900

I’ve idled a lot of time away at this cafe, a popular place, full of artists and writers, some up and coming and some on their way out. No, I am not an artist; it’s the heady scent of fresh coffee and cigarettes that attracts me  to this place. Some of the customers eye me up curiously, wondering what my talent is, the only art I dabble in is the art of the con. Directly opposite is a small bank. It has been my only focus of interest for the last few weeks. I’ve become an expert of this building...

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