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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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Solar Days of Fruit

Solar days have come and everywhere there is fruit little round suicides of morello cherries and damsons spattered on the pavements.
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The Fisher King

200 words.
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Fantasy afternoon with Joni Mitchell.

Beginning - we would swap Our Graham stories - hers Would be slightly more Glam, by nature of her Rock and roll lifestyle. We wouldn't eat but smoke Native Americans and swig
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Wicked Uncles

Wicked Uncles I need a portfolio of wicked uncles to draw on in lean times a dividend of a decent lunch and an indecent flirt with the footsie smoked salmon and a glass of Bolly
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LIFE STORY OF TERRY DONALDSON CHAPTER 5

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LIFE STORY OF TERRY DONALDSON CHAPTER 3

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LIFE STORY OF TERRY DONALDSON CHAPTER 3

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J. Sudbury

People with blood on their faces find themselves entirely exterior to the fabric of society.

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