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Dreamland

Faster, higher. The world spinning round and round, upside down and inside out. She hated rollercoasters and today had confirmed they felt the same about her.

Staggering from the rickety cart with jelly legs and a stomach full of knots and popcorn a promise was made to never again be coerced onto another god forsaken death trap of a ride again.

Struggling to keep down her lunch she was startled by a small voice, sounding much more out of reach than it actually was.

“Mum? Can we go on that one next?!”

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The Sands of Time

Fingertips graze the edges of a weathered photograph. Thirty years had passed and he had thought of her every single day. Jonny closed his eyes, letting memories flood his battered mind. The scent of the salty sea air combined with so much noise and chaos. The sensation of being gently taken out with the waves. He could almost smell the fish and chips. It reminded him of a childhood long since gone.

What would she see when she looked at him? In a lot of ways he was the same, his hair still thick and healthy with a strong jaw and bright blue eyes. With jelly legs he stood, hobbled across the room and peered through the window, waiting patiently.

Nerves swam around in his stomach and it was taking everything he had not to pick up the phone and cancel. Jonny bent forward and rubbed his stiff right knee, a sign of age, his ex wife Lauren would say. With each passing year a new ache or pain seemed to appear. He didn’t like to think that he was actually that old but his body said otherwise.

It was just a silly row really. With a hindsight that only maturity could bring. They could have made it work had he reassured her more and that made Jonny feel sick to his stomach. Her tears as he angrily stormed off after being berated. He wasn’t leaving her. He wasn’t abandoning her. He’d been given the most incredible opportunity and of course he should take it. To ask him to choose between her and a once in a lifetime education. It was never a choice, of course he would leave. Yet he’d loved her and the right choice had certainly felt anything but that. So many evenings spent in his university library, head buried in a book. Nights in his lonely student accommodation, Amelia’s picture on the bedside table hidden underneath novels and letters from his sister Helen.

Then there was Lauren, a year his junior and full of excitement about being away from home. They’d fallen in love and over many years built a life so amazing it sometimes didn’t feel real. Then Molly had grown up and all of a sudden things felt flat. It was a mutual decision made of love and respect that still hurt like hell regardless.

But, none of that mattered now as he heard a soft tapping on his front door. Making his way downstairs, Jonny gentlygrazed the glass fronted frames that hung on the wall. The pretty heart shaped face of a little girl with eyes that matched his own. A deep breath in as he opened the heavy oak door.

Her curls were shorter now and streaked with age. With a shy smile he reached out for her and in that moment he knew. His wildest desires were about to come true, accompanied by the sound of the sea, and the sands of time blowing softly in the wind.