Tuesday, 11 May 2010


Fiction: I never believed she was dead. How could she be? She was so
full of life – the ultimate party girl, out there on the celebrity circuits.
And then – gone. And the evidence pointed to her death. But I never
believed it; and finally, I tracked her down. At least, it looked like her,
but her new dowdy life and dowdy dress? ‘It was all so pointless,’ she
said, ‘and I’m not going back.’ I left her dead.

© Anthony North, 2010

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