Cherrypicked stories
Elsewhere
The swish of the 440’s tyres. Two chords on my headphones. Passengers’ smiles. I am now from elsewhere: No map for this place All the metaphors raise...
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Pinchbeck
Mental illness is like living with no legs, you can't go anywhere, so you need a wheelchair, the wheelchair for the condition is alcohol, eventually...
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a new recklessness
It was cold that day, Helen remembered that. She was in a hurry, cycling to work. She was always in a hurry then. Too much of a hurry to notice the...
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The Sooty Problem
I was woken early by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs, where I found Alun with a yellow glove puppet on his left...
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Leaving
Another plane takes off. Jeffrey’s ready to go. He looks the part. With his suitcase standing next to him, in a tweedy jacket, with a scarf around...
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ravensbruck2
Almost home, Bertha Liedmater in her dark hat and wool scarf and wrapped in her warm coat against the driving rain, lets go her son, Max’s hand, and...
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Bare beauty
Trees with costume windswept, lost, stretch their branches sculpted, – bare and beautiful, upthrust, from grounded trunks, well-rooted – earth-bound branches …
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A Dim and Distant Star
An astral idyll.
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After 65 Decembers
One day in August, he smiled at the memories of 65 Decembers and promptly stopped shaving. The ruddy complexion, jovial disposition and expanded...
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Monroe ( 10)
Frank returned to his bottle of wine and poured another glass. As much as he wanted to go to the scene of the fire and speak with the Officer In...
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Aura (29)
Image attribution: Wikimedia Commons Author: Blanford, William Thomas, 1888 License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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Aura (28)
Image attribution: Wikimedia Commons Author: Blanford, William Thomas, 1888 License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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Aura (27)
Image attribution: Wikimedia Commons Author: Blanford, William Thomas, 1888 License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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The grandmother
It's a well-worn concept, but I needed to get down my version for some reason. It started as a differemt story, meant to fit in my collection, but ended up as this instead.
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Imaginary lines
Idle thoughts
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ravensbruck
Night shift in the sewing lager . The guard on duty allows each group of prisoners to sing Stille Nacht . The Poles are reluctant but even the Jewish...
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Monroe ( 9)
The team weren’t best pleased about handing over the case to Anti Terrorism, but Frank explained there was nothing they could do about it. Thomas...
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The Dirty Christmas Kiss
Life is twisted, things don’t always go in straight lines but as long as you can get back on the path, you might be okay; that was the conclusion I...
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To a Bagel
(Burns stanzas): Little puffy girdling bagel, all lonesome in your see-through cradle, what shall I smear across your navel, peanut butter? Some jam scooped up in a sturdy ladle the size of a putter?...
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Monroe (8)
After just four hours sleep, Frank was back at his desk in Limehouse by 7 am. One of the guys from the Special Firearms Unit brought him a bacon...
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