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Excerpt from “The Quiet Office” No. 9

Epilogue Several years passed… Since then, Sharon had acquired two new acrylic eyes and a denture. She felt like a new woman. 20:20 vision and 20:20 teeth, her daughter said. Every New Year when she met up with her good friend Julie, Julie would start the conversation with “so when are you going to publish […]

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Excerpt from “The Quiet Office” No. 8

By the third week of going back to work, Sharon was becoming well and truly absorbed back into the rat race, in the nicest possible way. She walked into the waiting room at the Station on the day of the T-square, and Marjorie (an 80 year old who every day swam, then commuted to London […]

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Excerpt from “The Quiet Office” No. 7

Verity: “Sorry to be ignorant but what is the Galactic Centre? It sounds like Dr. Spock ought to be there”. Sharon replied knowledgeably: “The Galactic Centre is the Centre of the Galaxy”. This was a fine line between a blog and a blag…and Sharon knew it. Pluto was said to be at the Galactic Centre […]

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Excerpt from “The Quiet Office” No. 6

Sharon was grateful to Janine for driving her to Betsy’s for a Transformation Game to take her mind off the demise of the postman. Betsy was experienced in the Transformation Game, having played it at Findhorn. Each of the four was instructed to bring lunch to share, which turned out to be three quinoa salads […]

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Excerpt from “The Quiet Office” No. 5

Sharon was perplexed about the strange case of Angelica’s fiance’s stubbed toe. He had stubbed it exactly one week before, and then exactly one week after the date predicted by Rosemary on her website. Sharon counted herself as a 6 out of 10 when it came to Astrology, and her own sleuthing was leading her […]

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