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Branches stripped bare reveal its black shadow against the pale grey sky. A Spring-built, careful little bundle of sticks, moss and hope. Now it hangs abandoned, its usefulness spent, waiting for its time to come again.
She shakes our hands nervously and sits down, deftly smoothing her purple dress. A barrage of questions follows; small, spidery writing taking down the answers. She finally pronounces on the case – more tests and scans, more waiting.
Six long tables mark out a rectangle. Clothes, knick knacks and books are piled high. Amongst all these tired belongings lie hidden gems, just waiting to be found and claimed.
A large room, stacked from floor to ceiling with mirrors and frames. A thick layer of sawdust coats everything, working its way into every crevice. On the walls, an ever-changing landscape of pictures hang, framed and waiting for collection. They … Continue reading
A small black and white face appears at the back window. Hopeful eyes scan the car park. Seeing only me, the dog slumps visibly, head sinking onto its front paws. Despondent, it must wait again.