Cherrypicked stories
Artifice
That day we wandered onto a film set - remember? Under the arch and through the bright sheen of the afternoon flickering off the river, in a moment smothered
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End of days 14 (Epilogue)
The final chapter. The pit closes, the celestial city appears and the world begins to end. All fine then (or possibly not).
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Voice in the Garden
Night in an isolated house and something unresolved.
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A TREK NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN
It's very strange, the people you meet while walking alone.
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Journey To Hell
I struggled back to the phone box, only to find it occupied by a woman who clearly intended to spend the next two and a half hours talking absolute bollocks !
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I Can't Believe I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
This now has a different ending to the one I originally posted. It's about a neurotic housewife's analysis of what she believes to be a superior spread.
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The Ancestors Breeze In
What is that windsong you're singing? I can almost hear you through my tears Just as you gust outside my window. Urban wind, but seeming to bring Tales of praries, mountains, valleys.
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The truth
I want to feel the past in my life but there's something
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Re-apply
Correction: this story is not included in My Baby Shot Me Down, a Blinding Books anthology, but you can still buy the anthology! http://blindingbooks.com/?page_id=350
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Risk Street6
moving backwards to go forward
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Heartsease
It was a bad time. I… Susan… That is, my wife, she… She died. Wife. Such a simple four letter word; looking at it, it doesn’t really seem to do justice to what she was.
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Sepia Days
A fleeting smile of recognition...
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Beachcomber's Love Song To The Sea
His sea trilby tethered with rope, hair threaded with underwater green. His sea breeches, a silvery shade of brown (fish-skin perhaps) washed by coral-fronds.
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Transmutation
Poem. inspired by Uz and Them, Tony Harrison
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31 Falkner Street (14)
The engagement
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The Academy Award's Prayer
Our Godfather, Who art in Heaven’s Gate, Halloween frame by frame. The Lion King come, The Fly will be done. On Film as it is in Camera. Give us this day our Internet Movie Database
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A Private Grief
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!
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There Ain't Gonna Be No World War Three, Chapter 13
13. Sibling Rivalry "WAS im NAMEN des TEUFELS -"
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There Ain't Gonna Be No World War Three, Chapter 12
12. Jagdkameraden
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Redondo Rose
She was seventy-four years old and the last forty of her years had been spent in total retirement.
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