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Millie and her friends help a confused little snail named Victor find his home.","Sometimes when she was clumsy her mummy would call her ‘Silly Millie”. Sometimes when she was smart her daddy would call her a ‘clever sausage’. But her name wasn’t sausage and she had never met a clever sausage either. When she was naughty they would call her by her full name ‘Millie Rose’ and she would know she had done something wrong. However Millie always liked it best when her parents called her ‘monkey’ because that meant she was in their good books and just a tiny bit cheeky.\n\nToday, Millie’s mummy had called her ‘monkey’.\n\nLike everyday, if it was sunny, rainy, cloudy or snowy Millie always put on her favourite pink Wellington boots and matching hat. She sat at the kitchen table and watched her cat Button Nose drink his milk. Even though she knew she was not allowed to do so, she always followed her cat into the garden by climbing through his cat flap.  \nSomething very strange happened to Millie each time she climbed through the little hole in the door. She could never tell whether it was her cat and garden, which grew bigger, or if it was herself who grew smaller. Either way, when she stepped outside she roughly became the same size as her pet hamster.  \n\nOut in the garden, Button Nose allowed tiny Millie to climb onto his back and ride around on him. Millie had a very big garden she liked very much. Her favourite place was next to a little stream and it was here Button Nose stopped and let her climb down. Before he left her to go and do whatever it is cats do, he kissed her on the cheek with a huge lick of his tongue. Millie never liked it very much because she was small and his tongue was not very nice to touch. \nShe walked along the little path and stretched up onto her tippie-toes to pluck a petal from a daisy flower. Millie loved daisy flowers although at her current size they were far too big for her to take a full one. She neatly folded up the petal and placed it in her pocket. \nJust as she was thinking what a lovely sunny day it was, Millie’s boot got stuck to something slimy and sticky on the ground and she couldn’t move. \nMillie thought to herself this was very odd, as she had never seen anything like it before. She pulled her boot with all her might and luckily she managed to un-stick herself. Unfortunately, she had pulled her boot so hard she lost balance and fallen on her bottom. Silly Millie!\nOnce she had brushed herself off, she went to have a closer look at the strange sticky stuff. It seemed as if it had leaked from something. It had left a trail right across the path in front of her and disappeared behind a bush. \nSuddenly the bush started to move and two little eyes poked out. \n“Don’t come any closer!” Came a voice from within the bush. \n“Why not?” she answered back.\n“Because I do not wish to be seen!” \n“Why?” \n“Just because!” the voice replied.\n“Well normally when I hide behind a bush, I don’t want to be seen either but that’s because I’m playing hide-and-seek. Are you playing hide-and-seek? Because if you are, you have to come out now… because I found you!” \n“I’m not playing hide and seek!” the voice said.\n“Well why are you hiding then?” Millie crouched down to see who was there but she couldn’t see anything because there were too many leaves.\n“Could you turn around please?” the voice demanded.\nMillie Rose didn’t understand why she had to turn around although she did so to be polite. Behind her, the bush started to rustle and then she heard the voice again, “You can turn back around now, if you like.”\nAs she slowly turned around, she couldn’t believe what she saw. In front of her was a weird and wonderful little creature that looked like a slimy slug but a nice one all the same. He was holding a big leaf in front of himself as if he was standing there naked. \n“Why were you hiding?” Millie asked. \n“I was hiding because I’ve lost my house and was embarrassed to see you.” The creature’s cheeks turned red.\n“That’s very silly, there’s no reason to be embarrassed if you have lost your house, Mr. Slug.” Millie said.\n“But you do not understand,” the creature explained. “I’m not a slug at all. I’m a snail.” \n“Oh, I’m very sorry, Mr. Snail. But I couldn’t see your shell, so I thought you were a slug.”\n“Well, that’s exactly my problem… like I told you, I’ve lost my house.”\n“You mean your shell?”\n“Yes, my house.” The snail nodded.\n“Where did you leave it?” \n“I don’t know. I can’t remember.” The little snail looked confused.\nMillie started to look around, although she was too small to see over the grass and flowers. “Would you like me to help you find it Mr. Snail?” \n“That would be very kind of you,” he smiled. “What’s your name?”\n“My name is Millie Rose. 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Almost a decade after he has left England he is forced to take on an emotional journey of discovery as fourteen-year-old Emily, the daughter of his teenage love Clara, comes to visit him in Paris. This new relationship makes Ben face his fears, his past and the guilt of leaving her mother - the girl he said he would never leave. Nothing could prepare Ben for the surprises that Emily brings with her.","HIGH FALLS FROM THE START\n\nI always wanted to show anger in those times but I refused to do it. My foot slipped and I looked down to the thirty-foot drop at my side. I had to keep moving regardless of how risky the situation had become.\nI shouted 'Clara', but there was still no reply.\nRunning parallel to that forest track was a stream, growing faster and climaxing to a waterfall. I stumbled once more before hearing her voice behind me.\nUnaware of all surrounding dangers, eighteen-year-old Clara sat opposite her three-year-old daughter Emily on a red and white cheesecloth blanket. Accompanying them was a brown teddy bear with a black dickey bow tie propped up against a wicker basket. They were in a clearing and barely a couple of feet away from the edge of the swelling water. I dreaded to think how long they must have been there.\n“...And he did all of that in one day? He must have been exhausted!” my girlfriend asked her daughter. “Would the adventurous Mr Cummings like a drop more tea? I'm afraid there is not much left in the pot but it is possible to make some more,” she offered a baby pink plastic teapot in the direction of the bear.\n“He says no thank you, mummy.” Emily replied and sipped on her empty plastic cup.\n“Oh that's a shame but never mind, I guess that means more for us dear.” Clara raised her cup and smiled at Emily before turning to see me. “Oh look Emily, Ben is here.” Clara’s face was matter of fact and expressionless. She looked back down and finished pouring a cup of tea filled only with sand and air. \nEmily however rushed towards me smiling, almost tripping over her oversized jelly sandals.\n“Ben! Mummy and me are having a tea party and a picnic.” She stopped with a slight stumble in front of me holding out a bright red plastic cup. \"Would you like to come and join us?”\n“No thanks Emily. Could you get ready to go straight away please?” I panted back at her.\n“But...but...oh, I'm having so much fun!” \n“I know, I know but we ought to be getting back before it gets dark.”\n“But I don’t want to!” she argued.\n“Emily we’ve got to go,” I lowered my voice and said slightly more sternly. “Now please go and get your things.\"\n“Okay then.” She slowly paced back to Clara who seemed to be in an in-depth conversation with the bear. I signalled to Emily to hurry up and then firmly took her hand and we started our descent. Emily stopped in her tracks pulling my arm, looking back over her shoulder. I turned and shouted.\n“Clara! Are you coming or not?” It took a while before she heard me or at least engaged her muscles to move. I wanted to get angry with her and tell her never to do anything dangerous like that again but I knew it was pointless. Sometimes she never saw the danger and sometimes I wondered if she realised I could have never faced her getting hurt.\n“I'm coming, give me a moment to pack up the hamper,” She turned to the bear. “Here we are having a lovely picnic and suddenly it's spoilt. This always happens doesn't it Mr Cummings, I just...”\n“Clara, come on!” I insisted.\nOnce she had squashed everything into the basket she joined us. I kissed her on the head and we left, Emily in one hand and Clara in the other.\n\n* *\n\nThis train is like a hypnotist trying to put a blanket of sleep over me. With the combination of unsteady movement and fast countryside blurring past my eyes, travelling always relaxes me no matter what the day may have consisted of. \nSuddenly, we judder and start to slow down. A voice comes over the speakers choosing to add to my Eurostar experience. My therapy is pleasantly spoilt informing me of an unexpected delay, oh and the onboard café's boiler is out of order restricting any hot beverages. They do apologise for not catering for my hourly caffeine fix. How kind of them. \nThere is now over an hour before I arrive home in Paris. Stuck in a stuffy carriage, no book to read, no coffee and someone behind me with headphones turned up so loud I can hear every word of the song. \nDespite the fact this is a relatively new service, the carriages still seem worn and over used. The interior is a very un-stylish mix of yellows and greys. Without my dosage of coffee or nicotine I desperately struggle to keep my eyes from closing and drifting from one daydream to another.\nI'm caught up in this hurricane of memories, things I have chosen to forget, ten years on from those days of picnics on cliff tops in the English countryside. \n\n* *\n\nThe sunlight was short lived, it quickly sank and submerged into the calm dark sea, engulfing it all and giving way to the light of the stars and the moon. The ripples sounded metres away from our bare feet where we lay with the sand still warm beneath us. I am thrown back to the night where Clara and I were enjoying our first holiday alone together in Cyprus. A break paid for by part-time jobs and a generous donation of plane tickets from Clara's parents. We were nervously edging away from our teenaged years and had eaten at a seafood restaurant that looked out across the beach. I think I had almost accidentally sold Clara to our waiter for what I believed to be three camels, although she had refused and said she was worth at least five and two sheep. The waiter decided this was too much for him and informed us he still had to provide for his wife and children but he would sleep on the offer all the same. Thinking back now, I'm not even sure whether there are any camels in Cyprus.\nWe had left most of our food on our plates but managed to consume the majority of the third bottle of Cypriot wine. Clara had started to write a cheque and then we both realised paying in cash would be far easier than holding a pen under the influence of alcohol. I think the waiter might have even received a larger tip than he was expecting.\nAfter finally paying, we removed our shoes, took each other's hand and silently strolled along the beach. We found a quiet spot and collapsed onto the sand. \n“The sky looks amazing, don't you think?” she said softly to me as we both kept eye contact with the stars. “How come you never see a shooting star when you want to?” she asked. \n“Probably the same reason why you always forget your umbrella when it rains or something like that.” I suggested. “Actually come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen one.”\n“What an umbrella?” she giggled. “No seriously, you've never seen a shooting star?” She was filled with curiosity but her eyes were still searching the sky and a smile had appeared in her voice. \n“I don't think so, no.” I could sense her turning her head to look at me. \n“Well I want to see one right now,” she said and then turned her head back towards the sky. “I want to make a wish.”\n“And what would that be?”\n“I can't tell you, it wouldn't come true.”\n“Well you haven't seen a star yet so it would make little difference.”\n“That's not the point. What happens if I tell you my wish and then one suddenly flies past? I would have lost my chance! You wouldn't want that to happen now would you?” \nIn the distance behind us, a group of drunken guys shouted and sung at the top of their voices. It sounded as if one of them had fallen and they all started cheering.\n“What do you think Emily will be when she's older?” Clara asked.\n“I'm not sure?” I replied slightly startled and not expecting the question.\n“Come on tell me. What do you think?”\n“Why?”\n“Just wondering.” She sat up looking towards the voices on the street behind us and then out to sea. She stroked her hand through her hair and then brought her knees up to rest her elbows on them. “Mmm... a nobody like her mother or maybe a writer like her father?”\nI sat up instantly and wrapped my arm around her. “You're definitely not a nobody.” She took my hand and squeezed it on her shoulder. I took into account what she had said. “Was her dad really a writer?” I asked.\n“I wasn't talking about that man we shall not speak of. I was referring to you,” she replied still looking out to sea.\n“I don't think studying an English degree or working part-time in a bookshop quite qualifies me as a writer.”\n“You want to be a writer, don't you?” she turned to me.\n“That doesn't make me one.” \n“Maybe not yet then.” She looked deep into my eyes and tightened her own slightly, “you are closer to her than any man has ever been.” \nI didn't know how to start to reply but she rescued the silence by adding that I was funnier and sexier than any man she had ever been with or known. She kissed my hand and then looked away again. \n“Maybe she will become a dancer or something more academic,” she continued, “don't you think?” She waited for an answer that didn't come, “like a doctor maybe?” she added.\n“Well, she does love that doctor's kit your mum bought for her last Christmas, for heavens sake everything in our flat now has a plaster on it. Do you know the other week I came home and found Helen with a bandage over her entire arm because Mr Cummings had bit her and Emily had sent him to the naughty corner to think about what he had done!” We both laughed.\n“Poor bear,” she giggled.\n“Poor Helen,” I stated. “I don't know how she puts up with it!” \nHelen was our flatmate, a drama student in her final year and every bit as eccentric as any drama student should be. She was Emily's favourite playmate, next to Clara of course. However she used to fight with Emily as if she were a three year old herself but never won. There was one time she had stormed into our room, screaming that Emily had pulled her blue hair whilst playing hairdressers and she would be leaving forever. Even at three, Emily would always apologise sweetly knowing Helen would be there to play with her the following day.\nSuddenly Clara jumped on top of me with legs astride my waist. I covered my eyes with my palms guessing I wasn't going to enjoy what was coming. “Oh no, Doctor Emily, I think we're losing our patient. He's gone into some sort of daydream again. Pass me the electrical charge thingy and whack it up to full power!” She placed one hand over the other and started pounding on my stomach, wiggling her fingers into my sides.\nI yelled with laughter. “Don't. Stop. I've just eaten. You'll make me sick!” She then started to tickle me all over. I managed to spin us both and pin her arms above her head. Struggling she lifted her head to kiss me. I pulled my trying-to-look-angry face.\n“You are always so serious Mr Benjamin Millar! You should laugh more.”\n“I am laughing, ha, ha!” I replied. She wriggled underneath me but failed and relaxed back down with her hands still above her head.\n“Yeah, but you should laugh mooore! You talk like you're a grown up when you're still a kid.”\n“I am a grown up.” I said, sticking my tongue out and squeezing my nose tight. She viciously snapped with her teeth trying to bite my tongue. I pulled back not realising by doing so I would lose my advantage over her. She tactically grabbed the opportunity and spun me around pinning me to the floor. She wasn't as strong as me so I managed to roll her over again and regain control.\nWe stopped laughing, the fun was over. I tried to read her new emotion, it was a completely different mood. Her face was still and a look of deep concentration. I thought I was the only person in the world who could read this expression and guess what was to come next. I knew exactly what to say each time, what she needed to hear. Each time I said it I felt I meant it even more. Those four words...\n“I love you, Clara.”\nHer eyes remained fixed, she waited for an eternity, searching my eyes for a lie or an element of uncertainty in my words. Her eyes fell away and she looked to the side, “well I hate you, Mr Millar,” she whispered to the sand next to her. She had lost, every word was true. She took a deep breath and held it in as she slowly turned back to me putting her hands behind my head pulling me towards her. As our lips touched, she breathed out and her whole body shook. 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