Louise sat in the blue Vauxhall, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing every other minute at her mobile phone, expecting it to ring. A police car had passed by and her heart nearly leapt into her mouth. She thought about the dead man lying in the corridor of her flat. Celia was all she had now. Celia was her world now. She could never let it go.

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Saturday, 2 October 2010. She shook her head to clear it. With a quick blur of movement she tossed the boxes away, breathing deeply. She saw the gold coin glinting at her feet and snatched it up. The back doors hung open, revealing a side view of the car maybe fifteen feet away.

In some weird way, it seems that in order to offer true hope, true peace, and true truth. we must not become more relevant to the culture that we live in, but we must, in fact, become irrelevant. Friday, April 15, 2011. About 15 years ago I read No Compromise. Where, o death, is your victory? Where, o death, is your sting? Links to this post. Thursday, March 11, 2010.