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Natural Journey

Take me through the corridor of trees Up the gravel escalator

Larry and Mick Adjust Their Ties

I know what you're thinking... How can you have an entire story based on two men adjusting their ties? Well read on, Doubting Thomasses!
Cherry

Bag of Weasels. Chapter 1

Back in the time when my world had unravelled and my life spun away, I was taken to a building, all battleship grey and electric lights, to be fixed up, measured, watcheded and labelled. And in there was Ralph: unapproachable Ralph, the Mad Maori, furious angry and dangerous. He was tough guy big, a natural born lump, they came in mob-handed when Ralph fetched up, kept him by the security door and braced themselves for violence. He could scare people shitless with just a look, pin them to the spot with his energy, but when he rolled up on the wrong side of the door he looked over his new domain and just smiled at his keepers. He dwarfed them all.

"What's That You're Reading, Dear?"

books you don't want to catch your 'better half' reading!

Crocodile Tears.

There's a report out that stress can kill crocodiles. Scene: The Jungle. Some Crocodiles are in conversation. Lou grabbed another tissue from the box and dabbed feebly at his eyes. "What's up Lou?" said Marvin his best friend. "I haven't been sleeping recently" Lou snuffled. "Why's that?" snorted Marvin. "It's those damned digging machines that seem to go on all through the night for that new highway that Man is digging through the jungle" said Lou stertorously. "Yes I know" said Marvin "there was a time when all a croc had to worry about, was ending up in Bond st. as a handbag or a pair of shoes. "But now Man is chopping down the Jungle he's destroying the ozone layer, polluting the seas, George Bush is going to Invade Iran and the word is Margaret Thatcher has intimated that she may come out of retirement and run for leader of the Conservative party".
Cherry

The magic of lightning on sand

Tiny bubbles of sweat, like little glass beads, formed on Cindy's forehead as she leaned closer to the flame. The beads coalesced and slid slowly downward, making thin pink rivulets through the dark sooty smudges coating her cheeks.

Funny !

Funny isn't it, how you can share your thoughts, feelings & whole being with someone, be the only one they confide in, be the only one they love completely. Then, in a heartbeat, you don't talk anymore, can't even discuss the weather or what's in the papers.

Journal 12th Oct

I have an urge to stop journaling. As a discipline. Get back to real writing

Journal 11th Oct

I noticed that my hands were shaking this evening. Three cups of coffee in one afternoon. I think that's all it was.

Journal 8th and 9th October

Step by step. Every dance. Is step by step.
Cherry

sickypoos part 3

Like I said, I've never been in hospital, not properly. There are certain standard jokes to be found in films like "Carry on Doctor or any hospital scene that will always guarantee a laugh. I'm about to go through a classic comedy moment here, I thought to myself as the pretty young doctor tugged, bravely at my jeans to expose my shamefully unwashed buttocks.
Cherry

sickypoos part 2

"West Byfleet? Did you catch the name at all?" She wasn't only looking at me now but her hands had relaxed away from the keyboard as if she knew it would be ages before any useful information came from me again. I grabbed at any memory I could.
Cherry

My Life Oy Vay 5

Holy fuck! What a week. I'm just getting settled back into scum city when the other day ex-girl friend was waiting outside my block of flats.

Many Mansions

There are many mansions in the Father's house

Soppy Git

to the love of my life
Cherry

Changing Day.

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Cherry

The Duck of Freedom Wears a Purple Hat

The sun shone down over the fresh dew settled on the beautiful autumn leaves. The light gently accentuated every piece of rotting waste, strewn across the street, carelessly left by those with no pride for where they live.

Journal 7th October

He did look unbelievably sexy leaning against that mantelpiece though. Woof.
Cherry

Journal 6th October

Have them, have them all. Coz I don't need this shit.

Journal 3rd October

I do like to think he ran a wee bit faster, knowing he is loved though. From afar.

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