To Tell or Not to Tell?
“Poor girl, you’ve embarrassed her. Some things are best politely ignored.” Katrina said, after I had just told the young waitress that she had a blob of food on her face. Katrina and I each managed different branches of employment agencies. There was friendly rivalry between us, but she never passed up the opportunity to find fault. We said goodbye, and I watched her strut her way along the busy high street with her skirt caught up in her knickers. I considered telling her, but following her own words of advice, decided that some things are best politely ignored.
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The Lookout
Our village is one of the oldest in the country, but nobody’s interested in that these days. Why build a lookout here? My neighbours ask, there’s more wildlife in the forest. It’s closer to home, I tell them. They’ll never see what I see. They don’t see the souls of the past dancing and making merriment on the nights of the ancient festivals, equinox and solstice. The men playing music and singing, the young girls dancing with smiles on their faces. They don’t see me, of course, I would be the ghost to them. A ghost from the future.
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