The Long and Short Of It - Part One
Pat Stenlake
Originally from Kent, Pat now lives in Cwmllynfell. She'll take you to a world where dreams really can come true.
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Duet
As she opened the door the sun was just rising and the dawn chorus was in full song. The car was covered in morning dew and as she started the engine, the wipers cleared it from the windscreen. She turned on the car audio and switched the disk to the Beethoven Pastoral Symphony. As the car sped through the leafy lanes, the sun was glinting through the trees and she relaxed.....
Sue Woodford
A New Zealander who decided to travel the world, never went back and is now living in Brynamman. Nostalgia, contemplation and sometimes a touch of the supernatural inform her work.
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The Old White Road
The woman gazed around perplexed at the complex of roads, almost familiar in parts, yet disjointed, strange and not quite as she remembered. She found that she could see a stretch of road and buildings that were recognisable, almost untouched from the past. The its link to the next part would disappear in a sweep of modern tarmac, with new buildings and blank spaces where once the familiar had stood. She turned to her friend and said, "I think it's around here somewhere..."
Penny Sutton
Having spent much of her life in Africa Penny now lives in a house overlooking the Loughor Valley. From her pen come stories gleaned from her life experiences in two continents.
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Queen of Sheba Country
The waft of warm air laced with a stench of sewage is hardly the welcome I was expecting from Addis Ababa as the aircraft door opened. Filing out onto the apron at Bole International Airport to walk to the arrivals hall, I noticed the acres of brown, parched grass all around, an incongruous backdrop to the modern building with its steel and glass façade.....
Jan Slade
Having lived in so many places she's forgotten most of them. However, she is now settled happily in the small hamlet of Twyn. Her insight into the way we live can get right under your skin.
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The Woods
"Here we go again!" I shouted, as I rushed up to my room with my hands over my ears.
Downstairs my parents carried on with their squabbling, neither of them noticing my departure in their eagerness to top each other's insults. As I entered my bedroom I heard my Dad bawl "I'm going out. Anything's better than this!" and the front door slammed....
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