Cherrypicked stories

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Boulder

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gloaming

Charcoal-soft dark calls, silk wings oil-easy under cinder blue. Llightless, sky heavies falls to tall birch tops' black lace twigs, pillared on slim...
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The Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. II)

Part One is here - I climb the museum’s stairs, turning to gaze out. Further down the river, elephantine trees trumpet and stampede. A rusty Ferris...
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The Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. 1)

Two tiny black pyramids. Like black sugar, but with a faintly glowing core. Supposedly I’ll be able to taste the light. But I’m thinking too much...
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Words About Caves

Stinson’s voice echoed off the walls strangely; the returning sound, although getting his words right, did not have the angel-faced one’s agreeable...
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The Stealth of Great Misfortune

Ah yes... well. It's what's happening, so I can't avoid writing about it. No-one's forcing you to read it though. Image source Pixabay.com public domain.
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Clive James, Farewell.

Mourning the loss of a literary talent.
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Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel (Friday, at work. The Greatest Love of All. Polye Thylene.)

In the kitchen Angela, the kitchen manager, is standing with Amer, who you have christened Mersault from Camus’ The Outsider . They must be in a...
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Snippets of Downshire Life – Out of Left Field

George had been away on an outward-bound course, one of those team building kind of affairs, and the first thing he did on returning home was to sit on his sofa and wade through the emails that had accumulated.
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Dear Me

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Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel (Friday morning. Glory. Love is in the air.)

You believe you are a funny guy but you are bad at remembering and telling jokes. This is why when anyone asks you if you have a joke you tell them...
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Story of the week

Scream

Not a piece of writing but a self-indulgent howl, written for entirely self-indulgent therapeutic reasons. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
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Cycle Of Life

Muddy – marshy – murky forest floor, squidgy – earthy like browned off mashed potato squelching in November's rain, as storms drench dawn's secrets...
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The Twitch of the Curtain

I think of the Raymond Carver poem. The one with the boys delivering newspapers, the coffee cup, how it comes on without any talk about it. I can say...
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Goodbye George

‘Goodbye lovely Boy’, John strokes the horse’s neck; breathes him in. ‘We tried everything’, he ruffles his wide hand over the black mane. Asks his...
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Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel (Thursday, end of work. The Forsaken Foreskin part 2)

No need to read part one first but it is here - https://www.abctales.com/story/drewgummerson/seven-nights-flamingo-hotel-thursday-afternoon-forsaken-...
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The Scream

It’s a wonder that none of them can hear me screaming: Help me, help me, let me out, let me out-out-out-out! Perhaps it’s because the scream is only...
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Meeting in the Garden

Finally They Met.... They had met before, these invincible Sons of the South but never in this most famous of gardens and never wearing their gloves...
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Poem of the week

Philosophy and Cappuccino

I used to dream this - turning in a bookstore Or an airport, and seeing you. But of course you found me on Facebook.

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