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Solace

The words in today’s post are from Drawings in Sand. Stella is by the sea, a place that always soothes her – a place that always soothes me!  She walked through streets of old fishers’ cottages and out to the seafront. A haar hung a few miles offshore. It could roll in before evening, bringing raw damp air. Now, it …

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Aftermath of the Attack

This is the sixth post in a series about the time when, as a teenager, I was held hostage. If you’ve missed the earlier posts, here they are: How I Got Drawn In,  A Minister’s Son, The Knife, The Rope, and Breaking Free and Breaking Down. Do read them first and then come back!    That night, I couldn’t bear …

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Breaking Free and Breaking Down

This is the fifth post in a series about a time from my teens when I was held hostage. If you’ve missed the first three posts, here they are: How I Got Drawn In,  A Minister’s Son, The Knife and The Rope.  Do read them first and then come back!  It is so dark in this empty street, with deserted …

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The Rope

This is the fourth post in a series about a time from my teens when I was held hostage. If you’ve missed the first three posts, here they are: How I Got Drawn In,  A Minister’s Son and The Knife. Do read them first and then come back!  I was quiet and sensitive as a child. To escape from the world, …

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The Knife

 This post is the third in a series about a dangerous situation from my teens. If you haven’t already done so, I suggest you start by reading the first two posts, How I Got Drawn In   and A Minister’s Son. The knife he is holding is pointed at me. “Don’t try anything,” he says. “This is crazy,” I say, hoping …

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A Minister’s Son

 This post is the second in a series about an incident that happened in my teens. If you haven’t already read it, I suggest you read the first post, How I Got Drawn In  before reading this one. It seems wrong not to trust him. His father is a minister, his older sister is my sister’s friend, and his younger …

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How I Got Drawn In

It begins in a dance hall, dark and noisy, with dancers packed so closely that elbows and feet collide.  On this island, the dancing begins when the pubs close at ten, and ends at midnight when Sunday begins. Two girls are dancing with two young men. I am of the girls, out on a late pass from the school where …