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Old and unwanted, they take on a new life. Wrapped around a family of worms, to keep their home warm for the winter. One woman’s trash is their gold.
A woman bustles past him in a hurry. His tail wags halfheartedly as she passes, hoping for a friendly pat. He looks crestfallen for a second, then resumes his watch on the shop door.
In the entrance sits a woman in a wheelchair. She looks thin and grey, holding a small cup of water in her hand. Our eyes meet and we smile. A moment of human contact, comforting for us both, I hope.
She strides confidently towards her car, a child’s scooter held in one hand. She holds it above her head, where a multicoloured bobble wobbles on her woolly hat.
She kneels on a concrete path. The secateurs in her joined hands are clamped firmly around an old and stubborn rose stem. Determination on both sides makes her screw up her face. Woman versus nature on a garden scale.
She leans forward to hear the tiny, tinny voice emerging from the far-off office. Her long, ink-black hair forms a rounded curtain. She sweeps one side up impatiently, tucks it expertly behind her ear. Her crowning glory is a nuisance … Continue reading
The left lens droops, hanging on grimly, with only a clumsy blob of sticky tape to keep gravity at bay. Absent-mindedly, she fiddles with the tape, pushing the lens into a straighter position. She stares into space, perhaps dreaming of … Continue reading