Cherrypicked stories

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Undressed

My ex wife sitting naked on the bare stone floor, smoking my cigarettes, listening to the songs of Leonard Cohen. It’s the coolest thing that I’ve ever seen. There has been no sex.
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Magic Kingdom

Ned Vasey walked into Disneyland with a Yellow-Billed Hornbill in a cardboard box that read tinsel and lights.
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Santa wore a Harley Davidson Jacket

'Actually, it's more commom for Santa to bring presents than take them away. You must have been a naughty girl this year. Hur! Hur! Hur!'
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Inspiration Point - Smoke In The Valley

The valley spread out before me. From high up this end, I could see all the way down to the old weir. Beyond it, behind a stand of eucalypts, stood my grandparents house, the place where I grew up.
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Hitchcockian

His life lacked the appropriate cues. When she told him she loved the concierge, he told her to walk towards him quickly, and then he walked backwards slowly. “Contra-zoom,” he said.
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Cleaning

It's prose but it's mercifully short. Possibly part of something else. Blunt criticism welcome if offered.
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Altersex

A little bit naughty.
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Sniffing

Oh dear me, do I need help?
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Ribbon

You wore a blue ribbon, over white stockings for your wedding day. The land opened up in front of us, spread out towards the horizon. And you said, how the river could be a ribbon too.
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Hey There, Georgetown Girl

poem...or just some cut-up prose... both!
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Waiting for Haiku

Please don't go overboard and treat this seriously... it's just a bit of fun!
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Glory Days

In those hungry years when we were young we had nothing.
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The E-cot

A family prepares for the birth of a child.
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Scene from an Imaginary Western

IPOW mythagora is probably a made up word... but if it existed - being made from myth and agora - it might have Ancient Greek roots and mean place of legend.
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Acceptance

My mother drew in my cries in a glittering net from the pit of my stomach.
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Slade and Wham at Christmas

and you hear Slade and Wham and Driving Home for Christmas by Chris Rea.
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unshaven man at a window

I’m not sure what I’m dancing to.
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In Another Life

“There is a better place,” she says. Tells me it’s my call. Up to me to decide where that will be.
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Myth Day 2

DAY 2: INT. BATHROOM OF MOTOR HOME, MORNING. FADE IN:

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