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Sally Patricia Gardner

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His name was Alfred Hughes

His name was Alfred Hughes. There was a lot about him in the paper that week. They called him the Hastings Hero. He not only saved my life, but apparently he then ran straight into the hotel and dashed inside. If you look carefully at the helmet you can see…
Sally Patricia Gardner
10th September 2010
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Spring

Bobby was really fed up. I mean, he loved Lizzie desperately, with a passion that he had not known he was capable of feeling. Surely he constantly made that obvious in a million ways? Her health was so fragile that he worried incessantly about her, to the extent that he…
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Memento Mori

Heather was cold. She pulled the two gray blankets up to cover her nose. She could feel her breath warming her face that way and it was surprisingly comforting. Mummy had said she wouldn’t be a minute, but Heather knew better. Every time the air raid warning went, (and sometimes…
Sally Patricia Gardner
23rd March 2009
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The Sweetest Empire

( An abridged and adapted excerpt from my second Novel ) In 1914, having just completed her nursing probation at the Royal Free Hospital in London, Kitty waves her brother, Harry, and her lover, Lawrence, off to war. A few days later she begins work at the Royal Victoria, the…
Sally Patricia Gardner
18th November 2008
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Mrs Crawford’s Bereavement

Mrs Crawford had always been a great believer in the power of prayer, but she knew that things had gone too far for that. Gingerly, she pushed back the covers on her side of the bed and let her feet search for her slippers. She knew that it was important…