Cherrypicked stories

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Ask

200 words.
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Going to get me

Celia Boydell is a girl who thinks that Hershey’s Kiss chocolates are the turds of glam rock squirrels she keeps a fistfull in her pocket and hangs out in parks.
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Protest

I am staging a bed-in. It has been 4 hours and The press haven't arrived yet But I have told Clair And she says it all sounds Deeply political. My props: a Sandy Denny album
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Men of Bees

Men of Bees From Bethnal Green down to the Boleyn they buzz around, bit of business here, bit of business there …
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Breakfast

The trailer door always makes me cringe when it opens late at night It creaks with guilt, it screams with caution and slowly closes with a sigh
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All About Me and You

All About Me and You I’m the kind of person who would have gone to a public witch burning to find out what kind of kindling was hip,
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Old Roses

Old Roses Old roses underplanted with lavender banked purple petticoats solid as old money and a well trained chorus a Jacobean courtyard of mellow stone seems to be theatrically painted
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Leeds Station

The 'Garment Doctor' fails to spark a smile and my spleen tantrums in sloe berry explosions, popping as each departure is called. A sign for 'Emotional Engineering' is not meant for me,
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chapter thirteen: memory lane

It had been three months and we still hadn’t exchanged any form of communication, as per the anti social behaviour order. Three months. Ok, so I had reduced the obsessive compulsive stuff.
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Heatwave

Claire had only known Petri for three months before he moved into her small top floor flat. Friends attributed her impulsiveness to the heat. It was the hottest summer in living memory.
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The Note

The note is held, there, in the centre of the still room. It seems even breathing stopped. As though that one note holds all living pulses within its own bounds.
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He hoped to keep the mortar sturdy

He hoped to keep the mortar sturdy The surveyor was sleeping; eyes mansard, mouth gabled, snores monopitch. He dreamt he built a house on a cliff-face
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Future Dating

Karen pulls up opposite, chopsticks clicking as though making a scarf from her udon noodles; our three minutes pass in excruciating knit one purl one chit chat.
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The Miracle Worker

...it was said that his prayers had been answered; for a blind man had regained his sight and an old woman who could hardly walk had been seen running and skipping through the town...
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Knocked Sideways

Second of two stories written for the Machine Of Death anthology.
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Causality

First of two stories written for the Machine Of Death anthology
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Brief Encounter

She slid into the corner of my eye
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It is not ok

It is not ok to only Eat omelettes because You would like to be New as an egg. It is not ok to make Your tobacco pouch into A mouth and use it for All future heart to hearts.
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Lucy in the toilets

They don't know the Name of her first born Yet bandy references To perforated rips. Talking lines between History and sociology. Who is on the left. How gay a gay punk Can be.

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