My little girl left home this morning.
This afternoon a policewoman returned home.
Really!
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Author: Miriam Drori
Author, editor, attempter of this thing called life. Social anxiety warrior. Re-Connections, a collection of short stories, published with Ocelot Press, 15/10/2025.
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Small Stone 15/1/11
“It’s cold in here.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. It is.”
“Oh. But it gives me a headache.”
A conversation between two people who are tuned in to each other.
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Small Stone 14/1/11
The sun streams through the window, warming my arm and mouse hand.
Pity it also shows how dirty the window is.
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Small Stone 13/1/11
Many people before me, all dressed in black, most of them moving a stick from side to side. One man also in black, higher than the rest, waving a stick.
Milhaud, Ravel, Franck and Prokofiev. A splendid concert.
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Small Stone 12/1/11
Right two three, turn two three, up.., behind and front.
It’s that time again – to forget all worries and concentrate on folk dancing.
What bliss!
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Small Stone 11/1/11
All Ones 11/1/11 11:11
All ones in the date today.
All ones in the time of this post (I hope).
All ones at the play reading I attended yesterday.
All ones in this town, in this country, in this world.
Together, they have a purpose.
Alone, no use at all.
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Small Stone 10/1/11
Overheard Conversation
Two old women shrouded in coats, scarves, gloves and hats amble along the path to the park bench and sit down. Their conversation doesn’t stop for a moment.
“So I told him he has to leave her.”
“Quite right.”
“I said, ‘You can’t go on like this getting beaten night after night.’ Do you know, his body is full of cuts and bruises and he still won’t leave her.”
“I suppose he’s worried about the children.”
“You’re darned right he is. I said, ‘I’m sure you can find a time to slip out when the children aren’t watching.'”
Well, they might have said all that. Actually, I don’t understand Russian.
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Small Stone 9/1/11
Fan Heater
You bask in the stream of hot air.
I’m hot and sweaty. It gives me a headache.
Maybe that’s because your warmth radiates out from you, while I keep the heat locked inside.
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Small Stone 8/1/11
You wake to hear it hammering on the window like an unwelcome guest.
You think, “Oh dear, I won’t be able to hang the washing outside.”
You don’t think, “Oh good, it’s providing water that enables me to do the washing.”
Perhaps you should.
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Small Stone 7/1/11
Supermarket Underground Car Park
7:20
Only three cars on the whole floor.
I get out, click the button. The beep echoes.
I walk to the trolleys in the semi-dark, trying to ignore the smell, or at least to pretend I don’t recognise it.
8:30
Same semi-dark area.
I guide a heavy trolley between the cars to the boot of mine.
I smell car fumes. It seems better than what I smelled before.
