Sean Cameron - Author
Examining the Egyptian market stall she picked up a scarab beetle ornament and crinkled her nose.
“It good luck” said the salesman. “It’s not the like The Mummy.”
As her silent husband shrugged his shoulders in indifference she opened her purse.
“I don’t like that film” he said now crinkling his nose. “Many inaccuracies.”
<p>I was told I could stay. That this is the way it could, and indeed should, be. He offered me a place in his court. Sitting at his side as ambassador for humankind. Mum would be angry if I missed my
<p>Unable to leave her family she avoided the white light. That was 50 years ago today. Having watched her husband move on she eventually witnessed her daughter and son’s departures. Left with a
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