“Is this seat taken?” The voice broke through Mick’s musings, and he looked up to see two smiling brown eyes gazing down at him.
“Oh, right,
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Professor McAusland sat hunched over his desk, academic gown draped loosely over his shoulder, surveying his tutorial group. A dark, jowly
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by Marie-Therese Kielty, Clydebank
The late snow had stopped
“I’ve been shut up in this house for four days. Another day in – (with you she
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By Ingram Wilson
A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was. The yearning, the nostalgia, the grief for
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By Marie-Therese Kielty
'I hate the adverts on TV.’
I’m a pushover.
They had worked their magic spells for Christmas. But I wasn’t ready for
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