Author Archives: catherinehume

About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.

Faithful

He was hiding, the coward. He was hiding in the well instead of going out to fight. But what could a ten year old do? He would be found, he knew that. They would be thorough, making sure that each … Continue reading

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Andrew’s Bedsit 3

‘What people?’ Andrew shouted. ‘I’ve kept my head down. No one’s after me!’ ‘I’m sorry Andrew,’ the officer said. He pointed to Sophie who was being put into the back of the police van. ‘She’s betrayed you.’ ‘What the hell … Continue reading

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Andrew’s Bedsit 2

‘That time there, the landlord was selling up, so I had to move out,’ Andrew said. ‘So I was in this hostel, but you can’t work and stay there cos then you’d have to pay the staff’s wages and everything, … Continue reading

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Andrew’s Bedsit

They had never loved anyone before. Andrew and Sophie huddled together with donated blankets around them as they sat side by side in the deep doorway of a disused factory. Everything was disused here. Many years ago, this area had … Continue reading

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Doris 2

‘Do you perceive any difficulties with the novel?’ Doris corrected her spectacles again. ‘It’s set in an English city about which most people around the world have never heard.’ Doris stirred the boiling pan of baby potatoes. ‘People know London, … Continue reading

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Doris

‘Evening Doris!’  I closed the door with my foot as I struggled in the hallway with four bags of shopping. Within two seconds Doris was there, ready to help, glinting cuboid arms and rod-like finger outstretched. ‘Good evening Miss Hazel.’ … Continue reading

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Springflod by Pia Tafdrup

The Four Cradles The cradle idyl, The blue cradle bobbing silver Taking down the stars For the sleeping child In the cradle idyl The quilt is a cloud And the pillow the whitest wing On sheets of velour Are printed … Continue reading

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