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On The Level by Fiona Ritchie Walker

Carrie balances the spirit level on the frame. Perfect.

She checks her watch, drinks water - is hot from carrying the painting down from the loft bedroom. Andrew’s honeymoon gift. She’s woken to this Venice skyline for the last eight years.

The doorbell rings. Lots of air kisses.  You look really good. Far too long. So lovely to see you. 

Carrie breathes in Hannah’s signature scent, blinks back tears. She finds a smile, realises she’s not breathing. Please let me wrong.

Hannah walks into the lounge and turns straight to the painting. “Oh, wow! Yes, it looks so much better there.”



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