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 Gingerbread men, chocolate éclairs, freddo frogs and bullseyes. Sweets lots of sweets, Gran was like my own personal sweetshop. Whenever I wanted a sweet she would feed me from her personal stash, even if Daddy had said no first. She’d pass me the sweet then shuffle off to join pa winking at me. She’d stand behind him twirling his hair in her fingers. They were so cute together. Twenty years on and the house is still standing there. The windows are now like soulless eyes not warm and happy like it used to be. I open the front door and get showered by dust. Coughing and spluttering I make my way into the lounge room. The carpe

I sat, Waited, Looked around. I was alone, It was quiet, Very unusual. The leaves fell, The trees swayed I could hear the wind. People started arriving, In packs of two's and three's The silence faded. School turned once again Into the wild, chaotic, vibrant place, It should be.