Hectic. That’s the only word I have for today. Sure, it’s been in the works for months – I signed the agreement weeks ago – but nothing can prepare you for the moment the once empty, internet-trapped room becomes your castle. Billy cried this morning. He – and I quote – wanted to know why…
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This World, A City
This world, a city, dragged me by force uprooted me from a town that parented me. It took me in, made an adult, from a child, reared me to walk tall, two feet, no crawling anymore, each foot, on familiar stones. Home. Like Concrete on Facebook to stay up to date
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Little Things
I spend my days in four rooms, spread over two floors, no garden. It’s enough for me. The house has its quirks; leaky taps, a shower that doesn’t quite work, oddly coloured carpets and a dodgy boiler system. Yet for all this it anchors me because I know these 4 walls will still stand tall…
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Nest
They were walking to work. Unusually warm for an April morning, but they thought it felt so cold. To be exact it felt absolutely freezing. Yet, off came the coat, the jumper, the scarf until all that was left was a shirt and trousers containing a shell. The other humans plodded towards the hive, otherwise…