Teena Quinn
Joined February 2026
29 stories
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Counsellor, writer, MS & Graves warrior. I write about healing, grief and hope. Lover of animals, my son and grandson, and grateful to my best friend for surviving my antics and holding me up, when I trip, which is often
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The Therapist's Room...Nearly...
The first sign of it was the horse. Not a real horse, although that would have been easier to explain to the neighbours than half the things that happened at my place on any given Tuesday. No, this one was painted on a child’s gumboot, one red gumboot abandoned just outside my office door with a smear of mud across the toe and a tiny plastic dinosaur stuffed in the top like it had packed for the apocalypse.
By Teena Quinn 25 days ago in Fiction
