Cherrypicked stories

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Happy Hour in Hoboken

short and sour... like some drinks...
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Underbelly

We search for it
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Self portrait taken from a mobile phone

There is nothing of me here; only response and request; times and places; an odd draft of something long out of date. I do not keep everything I should; you are disappeared, even that photograph of us with the Tyne bridges glowing. It is old now. And gone.
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Moonchild

Our pilgrimage, this - our last ditch attempt as if, by some miracle, this would make you well again.
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The Affinity IV

If you missed the earlier episodes of The Affinity, the story starts here: http://www.abctales.com/story/ian-hobson/affinity
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Buttons

My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.
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It's hard to imagine any of our friends will die

there is no time for asthma attacks or carbon monoxide poisoning, motorway pile ups or complications during minor surgery
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Discover the Bay

Hiya folks! Welcome to Aquarium of the Bay, where the fun never ends. If you’re not convinced, look no further than my face!
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A Criminal Business

I do not condone the pander or the pusher. I do wonder sometimes about Ms Smith... is she going to arrest every John? What next, arrest every customer in a drugs transaction? It's just daft.
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Thoughts From a Conversation Near Catbells

There in the shadow of Catbells you caught me with one of your stories about how you had been sent to bed as a kid because you wanted something more substantial
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Wanted, Companion - part one of three

Nanowrimo short story in three parts
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it might be too late

He`s sitting in his room, on a lonely faux leather sofa, the colour of an elephant, and it`s creased too, deep lines of pressure, folds in time.
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Letting Go

“Happy Mother’s day!” she says, standing in the front-porch. “These are for you,” thrusting two balloons in my hand, tied with ribbons ...
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Singapore, 1940

a "pome", more formal in form, less effective in effect... a sestina of sorts...
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For the pigeons

Part of a series of poems about Egypt
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Death's Visit

A man meets Death for the second time and throws a piece of toast at him.

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