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Mother returns from the dead to interfere in household tasks (Rousse)

My (deceased) mother accidentally loaded the tumble dryer with a pile of dirty laundry and a cup of soap powder. Before she switched it on, I retrieved all the clothes and carried them in a bundle to Corbridge. On the … Continue reading

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A lost baby, a father risen from the dead, drug addicts, and an unlicensed driver (Rousse)

‘Wake up! Wake up!’ I screamed at my mother in the bed next to mine. ‘Naomi’s baby has vanished!’ I made such a noise that I literally woke my father from the dead. When I noticed his corpse stir at … Continue reading

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Wrinkly faces and a Fiat 500 (Rousse)

JB was alive and well in Birmingham. I admired her Fiat 500 and the way that the family had stuck four large cardboard head portraits of themselves across the car’s dashboard. JB complained that she looked very wrinkled in her … Continue reading

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From floppy to dead (Rousse)

One of the two tiny puppies that the woman handed over to me looked a bit floppy. Nevertheless, I photographed the pair of them. When I passed the puppies back to her, I hoped that she didn’t notice that the … Continue reading

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Outward bound course death wish (Rousse)

According to the ‘experts’, my sister wanted me dead because of an outward bound course in 1977. They concluded that she was jealous that my parents were willing to pay for just one of us to take part in this … Continue reading

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News of a Chelsea pensioner (Rousse)

A scruffy man in a ragged soldier’s uniform turned up at our door. At first I thought that he was wearing a Salvation Army outfit. Then I recognised the insignia of the Chelsea pensioners on his shoulder. He was dressed … Continue reading

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A right royal flush (Rousse)

Along a lonely corridor, I stumbled into Queen Elizabeth II. Her white gloved hand was on the handle of a small door. When I started to engage in conversation with her majesty, she interrupted me quickly to say that she … Continue reading

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My father’s ghost (Rousse)

My deceased father and I chatted at the garden table as the sun was setting. My anxiety about our meeting increased as darkness fell. Soon we’d need to retreat inside. How could I keep him away from my mother? He … Continue reading

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Black and white bearded ballerina (Rousse)

I was astonished at the beauty of the framed black and white photograph. It depicted a bearded ballerina in the foetal position, arms wrapped around his knees, his long feet shod in ribboned pointes. KD (recently deceased) had put a … Continue reading

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Pussy pops her clogs (Rousse)

So anxious was I to protect the neighbours’ parrot that when I reached to grab the black cat, I accidentally strangled poor Pussy.

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