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Alison Marr

Flash fiction, poetry and other musings.


December 12, 2019 | Fiction

The prophet Orwell said you get the face you deserve at fifty. Now, it’s true I’ve led a dissolute life, hedonism pursued wildly by a coach and four with James never sparing the horses so that now, in the morning mirror, when I see Keith Richards looking back at me I decide it’s time to get my portrait painted for the attic.