Tag: Quilting Short Stories

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If you’d asked Ange where her Christmas spirit had gone, she’d reply with a twinkle that it was locked away with the other bottles in her cocktail cabinet. Yet, behind the twinkle was a sadness that she rarely let escape. If you met her, you’d see a vivacious woman, with a personality that matched her…

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She sat looking at the bleak view; the rain, bucketing down the windows. She mused that the rain was in as much of a hurry to fall as she was to finish this year. This year had not been as full and she felt terribly empty. Her usual calendar of coffees, meet ups, Stitcher Group…