{"id":17881,"date":"2018-12-06T08:00:43","date_gmt":"2018-12-06T08:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=17881"},"modified":"2018-12-06T01:58:22","modified_gmt":"2018-12-06T01:58:22","slug":"jacob-parker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jacob-parker\/","title":{"rendered":"Jacob Parker"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Day Trip<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was in May, the weekend after we\u2019d decided to separate, I took my girls to Weston-Super-Mare. To get them out of the house. It drizzled the whole day. We went on the beach anyway \u2013 the rain was bearable. They made a sandcastle. They rode on the donkeys \u2013 at least I think they did.<\/p>\n<p>The tide was way out. My youngest, she walked all the way out to the edge of the sea to wash the sand off her feet. By the time <a href=\"https:\/\/drdavidbrady.com\/buy-klonopin\/\">online pharmacy clonazepam<\/a> she\u2019d walked back her feet were covered in mud and sand again. She cried furiously &#8211; her body in my arms was rigid with the injustice.<\/p>\n<p>Years later the girls told me it was one of their favourite days. Driving there I\u2019d worn sunglasses all the way, so they wouldn\u2019t see me crying.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jacob Parker<\/strong> lives in London. He teaches in a sixth form college. He likes writing short stories in pencil.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Day Trip It was in May, the weekend after we\u2019d decided to separate, I took my girls to Weston-Super-Mare. To get them out of the house. It drizzled the whole day. We went on the beach anyway \u2013 the rain was bearable. They made a sandcastle. They rode on the donkeys \u2013 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17881","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17881"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17954,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17881\/revisions\/17954"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}