No Aliens or Swear Words – Just a Dozen Good Stories

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As the title implies, you will not find any aliens or swear words lurking in my stories. (The only alien I like is ET) My stories are about ordinary folk (if there is such a race) who live reasonably normal lives. We all have incidents, problems and events in our lives which leave us different people after the event. There are little twists and turns, ups and downs and humour in my stories which I hope will keep you entertained and touch your hearts. For example How will Kim, PA extraordinaire, deal with her latest challenge? “Kim dragged on her…

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As the title implies, you will not find any aliens or swear words lurking in my stories. (The only alien I like is ET) My stories are about ordinary folk (if there is such a race) who live reasonably normal lives. We all have incidents, problems and events in our lives which leave us different people after the event. There are little twists and turns, ups and downs and humour in my stories which I hope will keep you entertained and touch your hearts. For example How will Kim, PA extraordinaire, deal with her latest challenge? “Kim dragged on her designer jeans and a white linen top, which were lying where she had stepped out of them last night. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton, threw in her mobile, wiggled her feet into her baby stiletto mules, snatched her keys off the kitchen counter and made her way to her car slightly bemused. She could not decide whether she was flattered or angry that she had been summoned on this mission of mercy.” See how Rita copes with her own disasters and helps Mr. Patel with his. “One day, when she arrived for work at 9 0’clock prompt, she was surprised to find the shop was still closed. Mr. Patel always opened at 7.0’clock to catch the early morning workers who wanted their papers, sandwiches, sweets etc. Her stomach lurched. She knew something must be wrong. She pressed the bell to the upstairs flat and waited. Ricky Patel opened the shop door and his face was ashen and frightened. “What’s wrong, Ricky? Why is the shop still closed? Is your Dad alright?” Rita’s first thoughts were that Mr. Patel must be ill. “Come up to the flat, Rita. My father is not ill, but we have a big problem.” “ Will a bitter old woman ever come to terms with the biggest tragedy in her life? “They had to pass her son’s beautiful home to get into the village and out to the housing estate that sprawled on the other side. The doctor winced as he heard her choke on a stifled sob. \