tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post2059185891025804653..comments2023-11-03T07:57:36.350+00:00Comments on Sarah's writing journal: Cutting the Family Tree - a fifty word photostorySarah Salwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-3005770556479153132010-04-19T11:45:14.266+01:002010-04-19T11:45:14.266+01:00When she'd said 'I slept like a log last n...When she'd said 'I slept like a log last night', they'd got the wrong end of the stick. Probably her fault. She was rubbish at everything. He said so. It was only at the post mortem when they saw the rings of scars around her trunk. By then, he'd scarpered.Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03100413586341334127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-61289402180822725732010-04-19T11:17:20.968+01:002010-04-19T11:17:20.968+01:00She can’t deal with the wood pile. Can’t saw the ...She can’t deal with the wood pile. Can’t saw the logs, can’t bear to step on twigs. She’ll buy a tapestry surround to hide the hungry fire grate. Ever since that girl fell from the park slide. It wasn’t her screams so much as the snap as her leg broke.jemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08181038873568527264noreply@blogger.com