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We currently have a bunch of people making decisions about our country who most of us did not vote for.

 

These people do not care about:

 

Children – or those who care for them or work with them

Sick people – or those who care for them or work with them

Poor people – or those who care for them or work with them

Homeless people – or those who care for them or work with them

Disabled and elderly people – or those who care for them or work with them

Animals

Our natural environment

Public transport

The planet

The oceans

Equality

Renewable energy

The future

 

Not only do they not see how important it is to protect all of the above, but they have set themselves on a course to bugger up all of the above.

 

The awful, heartbreaking and barbaric decision to allow the murdering of badgers is a perfect example of the dangerous way they make ill-informed decisions. They either don’t understand what they are doing or they do understand and they don’t care – either way they are a very dangerous group of people.

 

I’m angry. Very bloody angry. And desperately sad. 

Dream on

We should have dreams and ideals. We should search for our utopia. We must think about how things could be, should be and ought to be.

We must not only live by what others tell us is possible or impossible.

If we have imagined a better world then maybe it is possible.

Sneerers and ridiculers are not realists, they merely lack vision.

Ghosts

A flash fiction


What was strange, Florrie noticed, clipping Mabel’s overgrown fringe behind her ear the way she’d seen Mum do it, was all the stuff they said that she’d never heard before; stuff they could have said years ago if it was bothering them both so much.

‘Does it hurt?’ she asked as she tightened Mabel’s pigtails.
Mabel sat there trance-like; white-faced and red-eyed and smelling of Marmite. School mornings in winter were hard enough without being woken up by Dad coming home at 2am.

‘No,’ she whispered in reply like a ghost, staring blankly at the window as if there was nothing beyond it.

Mabel was silent until they reached the school gates. And then in a voice as thin and high as the frail winter cloud trails, she said, ‘I’m being good and quiet and it’s still all going wrong.’

Florrie took her hand for the first time in years and walked with her as far as the infants’ entrance.
‘It’s not your fault, Mabel. It’s nothing you did,’ repeating what Grandma had said to her.

But did she believe it?
She would carry on not being a nuisance too. Just in case it helped.

Daughter

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I am here
If you need me
– however long it takes until you say it again
Even if you never say it again

I am here

I don’t want you to hurt
Or know that I can’t fix it
There’s nothing in my first aid box labelled “Broken Heart”
And no emergency chocolate at such short notice

But I am here

For you

Whether you like it or not

Because I love you

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