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Love Locks


Extract:

“Excusez-moi, parlez-vous anglais?” I asked hopefully.

It was pretty much the only thing I could say in French. I stood  in the  police station and shifted from foot to foot. I was nervous, and my feet were hot.

“Mai-oui, but of course, how can I help you?” He looked me up and down, then looked back to his book where he recorded the time.

“Your name? You are staying where, and for how long? May I see your passport? Now, why are you here?”

“I have lost my wife.”

MVJ2014

 

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Feeling boxed in by the rigour and structure required in my career as a research and teaching academic, I now want to follow flights of fancy and try my hand at creative writing and social media. This could be challenging so comments and advice from seasoned bloggers are most welcome!

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