March 6, 2012
She was from the wrong side of the track. The side that sported dusty, pot-holed, rutted roads, strewn with an assortment of papers, broken bottles, stones and other debris; where mongrels scavenged for left-over scraps from a nearby heap of dirt… far removed from the green, freshly-mowed, sprinkler-studded, well-manicured lawns of suburban existence. You know [...]
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February 28, 2012
"How's the legs today?" Same old question, different day. "As usual…," came the non-committal response. There was no need to divulge any extra information. After the ritual examination, the physiotherapist left the room. He turned his back on the remaining occupant. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." "Please shut the door on [...]
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