Cherrypicked stories

Ok I promise something will happen or be revealed soon, but hey, we're only 8000 words in. What if I wanted to get to 80,000? Image stolen from Bar Poligono 's facebook page, I don't even know where it is! Anyway, I expect the link to their facebook page will drive hundreds of customers to their business.

so close to your wife a whisper could not get between you.

For Miranda picture me as Whistler’s Mother , arranged in black and grey watching a magic-lantern shadow-show ‘ recherche du temps perdu’ us...

out of margarine dry toast for breakfast half a can of beans instant coffee, black - milk’s on the turn I live alone - since I blew it with Esther...

a shock bumping into O’Byrne this morning at the Co-op unloading a basket of freesias, Parma violets, Müller yogurts, tinned prunes, custard, and...

the night porter barely looked up ignoring the girl who crept with me from the sea-front hotel he’s seen it all before I’m properly dressed for pre-...

Darren and Kelly were sitting in a pub near Brighton station, sharing a plate of dim sum. “Do you know what I hate about Russian dolls?” he said.

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When a mother's voice captures time special as an angel's kiss, gentle flutter of wings, quivering leaves in captured breeze, my innocence yearns to...