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Rainbow Weather

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"Rainbow weather," Jan sniffed. "Can't make its mind up." 
She stood at the sink, rubber gloves dripping. Shirts hung limply over the lawn: white crosses in a cemetery. There used to be little dresses flapping and a school uniform mucky from football. "I’d take the washing in," Tom grunted, turning a page. "Looks like rain." It wasn't her fault. Everyone thought the bruising was from the playground. Then the social worker called her in, asking questions. They took Anna out of school. She was so tired and washed-out, all that running around. Needed a good rest. Tom thought she was anemic, said they should take her to the doctor's. Jan shuddered at the thought of all the prodding and poking, waiting rooms full of other people’s germs - so they took her to the seaside. The air would get her appetite back, put some colour in her. The weather was kind at first, glorious sunshine and seagulls soaring in the blue. Anna was difficult…

The 2014 Café Aphra November Challenge

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Last year, inspired by the annual Na-No-Wri-Mo Challenge, Cafe Aphra decided to hold our own version to encourage, motivate or just kick ourselves and our followers into some sort of regular writing activity over the month of November.

The 2013 was a great success with people committing a range of writing pursuits and finding that setting themselves a goal reaped rewards. Some decided to write for certain amounts of time each day, whether it was ten minutes first thing or an hour before bed. Some wanted to start or finish projects that had stagnated in the planning stages for far too long. Instead of writing some chose that other put-off activity of editing – taking words out can be as challenging and painful as putting them in.

So how about we do it again? What are you delaying, avoiding, hiding in the dark recesses of your desk drawers or hard drives? What have you promised yourself you’ll do one day? What have you put to the back of your mind until the time is ‘right’? November, wi…

Mighty Silver

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A ramrod streak tore across that blue canvas sky With a mighty silver roar It bellowed its beauty from high
Metallic heart of aluminium Jet propelled fusilage Pulsed with electricity That wonderful flying bird visage
I watched from where I stood Those dead wings fixed in flight At boiling white tail feathers And try as I might
I could not move my eyes From the miracle I saw That distant bird above Sucked my soul up from the floor
I pledged my heart to it there and then Before that dreadful bleak Moment it was gone forever Mighty silver ramrod streak


by Derek Dohren

Taking a decision

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It was a small advert, flickering on the right hand column of Stacey’s screen, but it spoke to her. Played on her mind. After another evening of silence - sat next to each other, eating off trays on their laps, kind ‘good nights’ and rolling away to their own thoughts - she’d had enough. She called the number, made the appointment. “You’ve been coming here for a few months now, do you feel any differently towards your husband?” asked the kindly looking old man with a pointy grey beard and half moon glasses. She shook her head. “No. It’s the same. But, well, I haven’t told you everything.” “For this to work, you need to be honest.” “I know.” “So?” “I’ve been seeing someone else.” “Having an affair?” “Yes.” “And how does that make you feel, Stacey?” Stacey squirmed. “Excited, alive... guilty.” The psychologist didn’t say anything, waiting patiently. “I don’t know what I want. It’s so silly, I don’t want to ruin everything, hurt him. I just wish I could feel like I did before.” “When you first met …