Cherrypicked stories
A BUTTERFLY, PT. 1
A BUTTERFLY , PT 1 Like being in a fish tank. That’s how he would have described it to the shop assistant, had she asked. But she didn’t. Judging by...
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Zen and the Art of Calorie Counting
May 29 th was National Biscuit Day. At last, a meaningless national day I can embrace. From January to March, I attended a weekly class run by one of...
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In the mix
She was on the spectrum Hated waiting never laughed She scratched her arms With a ball point pen And laughed at the scars She could articulate The...
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Watching You, Chapters Seven and Eight
Chapter Seven Black loafed into the car park, deserted already, but there was a rusty portable rectangular frame enclosing a message chained to the...
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I Am A Sinner
An old poem revamped and re-submitted.
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Bus Pass Has an Adventure
In Scotland, bus passes are available to everyone over sixty. This summer I thought I’d take mine out on some adventures, like the ‘Famous Five’. ‘...
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What Becomes of the Brokenhearted (Dead Reckoning series - Part 11)
In which both Archibald and Josiah have reason to feel chipper but Samantha less so.
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Spontaneous
It was a Schiaparelli pink day. Briar roses and campions deep pink against the dove-grey sky. Thunder wanting another roll with us. North wind...
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Pulp Fiction
A pile of CDs in the bedroom of the house that you still live in, in your dreams. The first wedding you go to as an adult, You look at the bride and...
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If Only
The bombs that never went boom The aeroplanes that couldn't fly The bullets that refuse to fire Because no one wanted to die The war ghouls of landed...
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Bill or Bob?
If William Shakespeare and Bob Marley had a fight, who do you think would win? There’s only one way to find out…
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That's Lucky
Yesterday I picked a few hedgerow plants to use for cyanotype images. A dandelion clock, buttercups, ground elder, grasses, cow parsley. The more...
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Choices
Will you choose a veggie meal, or will you choose the meat? Will you choose the savoury, or no, preferring sweet? Will you choose to drive, or will...
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"...Sometimes...You Get What You Need"*
Movement births ideas. Heels down, breathing in and breathing out; ‘Get up earlier, walk first’. Sparked a notion, for a woodland walk. Wrack wood,...
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The Experiment
Trying something new - Image from Pixabay
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Lucrezia Borgia
A medieval femme fatale. It was rumoured that Lucrezia was in possession of a hollow ring that she used to poison drinks.(Image fro Wikimedia Commons)
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10,839 Steps
I estimate, on the Beaufort scale, that the sea was ‘slight’ today, the breeze ‘gentle’. What did the sea sound like? Whispering kids at bedtime who...
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Dusk
The girl with the softest edges Who summons the stars And the scent of the rose Who unburdens the sun, scattering its fiery embers Her name is Dusk...
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Chuwl (Hebrew: to dance in a whirl)
Friday evening, full moon waning, the haar cleared, returning the hills to the town. Sun peeped through and a cooling breeze blew the last ghostly...
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The Shadows Between Us
Flash fiction. 300 words.
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