A Whirlwind Romance

Though technically imperfect, this is a story like no other.

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Charles Junkett, a surname he hated by the way, and Samantha Prigg met on the first day of University at a ‘Freshers’ gathering where both were meant to throw caution to the wind and drink deeply from the froth filled chalice of freedom and irresponsibility. Charles dressed in a suit and sipping carefully at his lime cordial and mineral water noticed that the girl beside him, dressed in a brown below the knee skirt and matching blouse was also supping from the same cocktail, if we can hurl that name at such a concoction.

“Great Minds” he said to her raising his glass, and she replied, “Wished they were somewhere else”. He replied “Don’t they just. I say, do you fancy wandering off and having a coffee somewhere instead,” and she did not mind: so had begun a courtship which had lasted for fifteen years. They both lived in the…

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Eruptions

Inspiration is something so often, and too often exclusively, attached to creative pursuits such as writing.  But I think it’s something that troubles so many of us.  Choices are simple, from the point of view that when the time comes for any choice we all know better than anyone else which to make.  Even if …