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The Invisible Woman (Pygmy Giant, July 2011)
Becoming invisible, Louise noted, had been a very gradual process. Furthermore, just when you thought the metamorphosis was complete, you found it was possible to become even more invisible. She hadn’t immediately noticed the start of the transformation, and perhaps … Continue reading
My Dad Said … (The Pygmy Giant, July 2011)
The other kids sniggered as I entered the playground, whispering to each other and some turning their backs to me. Their mothers, chatting idly by the gate, fell silent as I passed, and I felt once again that veneer of … Continue reading
