Child’s play

Ring around the roses, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!!! I didn’t get up… it became that child’s play was no longer a game to me, I fell, down further and further each time I tried to stumble to my feet, and though we held hands as we fell to …

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The Game Master

The tiny room is dark, save for the single white bulb hanging from the centre of the ceiling. The paint on the walls is severely chipped and what remains is caked with dirt making them look beige instead of white. A tiny bunk is pushed up against the wall taking up nearly half of the …

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