Category: ADVENT STORIES ’19
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Advent Stories #6 | Friends On An Island
‘What are we going to do?’ Dada asks the others. ‘We are going to tell her that’s what.’ Francesca responds in that typical bossy tone. ‘We can’t tell her.’ Maya argues. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because this will send her into a spiral and then what.’ Franny rolls her eyes. They are sitting around her kitchen island…
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Advent Stories #5 | Family Ties
‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’ Brodie and Anais are sitting to breakfast at his hotel. He has been back two days and his siblings have not let up on the whole checking in thing. It’s exhausting. He’ll be glad for the work distraction come Monday. ‘Have you spoken to Mum?’ ‘No I haven’t…
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Advent Stories #4 | Maybachs & Bossy Besties
‘Good morning.’ ‘Hi.’ Blu did not expect anyone this morning, she’d been planning to spend the day in bed mostly, having had a rough nights’ sleep; she hardly sleeps nowadays. ‘Hi.’ Francesca walks into her best friend’s home, uninvited but is certain Blu would not kick her out. It was her turn to get her…
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Advent Stories #3 | Mayfair Rooftops
‘Welcome home sir.’ ‘Thank you.’ Brodie walks into the arrival hall at Heathrow to see his siblings waiting for him, all four of them, as he suspected they would because he told his oldest brother he was coming home for the holidays. It is a little too early, but he decided to work from the…
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Advent Stories #2 | Cigars & Late Night Picnics
Blu blows out a puff of smoke from her cigar, enjoying the cold night and the dark sky above. The night is clear, and a Santa’s grotto lights up the courtyard to reveal such beauty, Christmas in the city. Her city. ‘Thank you for inviting me tonight.’ Blu says to Dada. They’d just been to…
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Advent Stories #1 | The Lady Sings The Blues
Blu taps her Oyster card and the barriers part to let her through. Walking outside Aldgate Station, a sharp gust of wind blows her freshly washed hair off her face. Christmas is all around, the lights, the decorations, London sparkles, a season for celebration. She walked the back road with a familiarity she’d missed, looks…