CHAPTER 43
We gathered together our purchases and loaded Steph’s panniers. The fitting had been efficient and very effective, a dress had indeed been there in my size (16, hooray! Average UK woman size!) as well as a couple of pairs of shoes.

CHAPTER 42
Morning light coming into the tent, filtered by the material, and my left arm still asleep where Eric was lying on it, my nighty twisted yet again and our legs somehow tangled up inside the bag.

CHAPTER 41
As I had expected, once Jimmy had been recognised there was a surge of people wanting to sit near him and play along, or just to listen. Steph asked him how he had managed to keep so many seats together.

“Ah whey, ah just telt them they war fer me band, like. Whey, ne lies there!”

CHAPTER 40
We assembled our little army and headed off back to the music, bundled up with water and instruments. Jimmy was booked to play the smaller stage, where Mark was raving about a band with a girl called Kathryn Tickell following on.

CHAPTER 39
Steph did indeed go along to the competition, and Kelly and I went along to watch her and a few of the other virtuosi do their party pieces. Lots of fiddlers, lots of guitarist/singers, and a single piper. I gave Kell a prod.

“Well?”

“Yeah, like he’s not bad, could tighten up his tempo a bit”

CHAPTER 38
Eric was gone in the morning, but his side was still warm, so it hadn’t been that long. As I luxuriated in the warmth of the bag, the zips opened and he handed me a mug of tea.

“Don’t say I never do anything for you!”

Sands of Life

My earliest memories start at when I was about ten years old. That was awhile ago and I was far different than the person I have become. My name is Shadira and this is my story.

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I remember it was September eleventh, 2001 and we watched like all Americans did in horror at the events that happened at the world trade center in New York. I remember my mother crying her eyes out as we all watched it unfold we were on the west coast so this all happened before I had to go to school.

THE PROM STATEMENT: Chapter 1
By
Nina Adams

In the heat of debate, Clarence makes a Prom
Statement that would change his life forever.

----------------Standing Up For Some Ideals---------------------------

CHAPTER 34
“The next step? That is largely up to you.

CHAPTER 33
That one smacked me down hard. It was clear that she knew exactly what the question would do, and I had to think hard as to what answer I should give.

CHAPTER 32
I got changed out of the clothes I had worn for all of an hour, and pulled on my lycra. As I was sorting out the bikes from the shed, I had a sudden thought.

CHAPTER 31
Once again I woke up to the feel of someone’s arm across me, but a faint sighing of breath rather than the surfacing walrus that was Ginny in sleep.

CHAPTER 30
It seemed that my vice, the one I pandered to and indulged, was being hugged. I wasn’t quite the centre of attention at the gathering, but close to it, and I felt a little embarrassed at taking the interest away from what had been a superbly organised event.

First, I'd like to apologize for the delay in posting this part. Real life has kind of dominated my time of late, so the next part may be slow in arriving as well. Thanks to all those of you who have stuck with the story thus far.

I'd like to take a moment to thank Angharad, Karen Taylor and PB for their support and proofing skills.

Fugue, Part 6
by Jillian

Chapter Fifty-One

CHAPTER 29
I have to admit that the rest of the session was more than a little anticlimactic after our lunacy. We got through the dances with minimal hiccups, and finally Di had us play some polkas for a while so those who still had the energy could burn it off.

CHAPTER 27
The rest of the lunch was kept deliberately neutral, by unspoken mutual consent. We had each dropped our little pebbles into the water, and the ripples were spreading in interference patterns.

CHAPTER 25
Jim raised his hand. “Sam, not a word about nip and tuck, or slicing and dicing, OK? Annie, what is the plan? Do you have one at all?”

CHAPTER 23
Ginny of course wanted chapter, verse and hymn number. I gave her as much of the day as I could remember, even Dennis’ plaintive little complaint about feeling alone.

CHAPTER 22
He was just behind me, looking embarrassed.

“Mate, I’m sorry, I was bringing you a cuppa, and sort of overheard. I can keep my gob shut if you want, but I also do a good listen”

To question such good fortune, who am I?

Mom and Sis are settling into the house less than five hours later having gotten out of their house before Dad and my brother returned. Now some of my old phobias are beginning to threaten me. It’s a little difficult to remember they haven’t a clue, at least I don’t believe so.