Our support worker is called Hayley and she is a little older than myself. She's a really kind woman and incredibly helpful. She lives in a suburb of the nearest city to us. On her estate the population is mostly made up of single parent families and retired people. Hayley doesn't have any children but she and William still get on like a house on fire. She helps me get William up and dressed and fed in the mornings, at tea time she helps me make our dinner and comes back a bit later to help me get William settled down for bed.
The brief for this piece was to write two paragraphs of between 50 and 100 words, one containing three truths and one fiction and the other containing one truth and three fictions. I over-did it a bit, because paragraph one contains five fictions, two truth and a half-truth. Paragraph two is mostly truths, except there is no William!
I've re-done this exercise, to bring it closer to the original brief. Here's my second attempt:
Kay is a 51 year old, unemployed woman
who lives in Manchester. She has brown hair, hazel eyes and a cute
nose. I first met Kay at our local library; we both work there on a
voluntary basis, doing general library work like shelving books and
working on the checkout desk.
You wouldn't think it to look at her,
though she is pretty, but Kay used to work as a stripper. She told me
this over dinner in a local restaurant, Orson's. I was pretty shocked
and startled when I found that out, but I don't think it's changed
our friendship. Kay works very hard at the library, but she can be a
bit abrasive so she isn't universally liked by our co-workers. I
guess you'd call her 'an acquired taste'.
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