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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


I don’t know what’s happened to Danny, but I’ve never heard him talk so much. His words are spilling out so fast it sounds like another language and I haven’t a clue what he’s talking about, but I just let him talk. He came in carrying a bunch of daffodils and he dropped them on the bed beside me in his hurry to get his surplus of words out. When he finishes, his face floods with joy and he holds me tight, scrambling across the bed, getting mud on the duvet cover with his wet trainers.


Excerpts for the next couple of days.