Reality

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The window is open
The curtains are curled
The sun shines brightly
I can’t hear a sound
Nothing is broken
All lights are on
No-one inside
I am not afraid of the four rapid gun-shots

Jerry was outside playing on the balcony when I hear four gunshots. “What’s that noise?” he said. “Just come inside”, I said and closed the door.

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Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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