Cherry

The Bus to Bridgeport

He noticed her eyes were brown. It didn’t fit with the red hair; her skin didn’t either, her skin was too dark for a red-haired woman.

The Murmur

The draught started the week after my wife died.

All lit up

In the half light and shadows...

I...

The word "I" is much over-used, isn't it?
Cherry

The Boy Who Fell From The Sky

As children we were born into chaos. The troubles of the adult world cast long and dark shadows over our innocence.

Hole

Her insides rippled with agony as she breathed again She wanted to scream, to force a sound through her lips

Encounter of the magic kind (I.P.)

Many tiny night wings flitted above my head a number of fair folk lifted me from my bed They carried me softly with cool air round me to this edge of a lake playing a lively music
Cherry

ABCtales serial part 3

It was near dusk when the camp came into view through the straggly coastal pines.

ABCtales serial (alternative) part 3

Gently she reached out a hand toward me and despite my flinch her fingers touched my lip and came away bloody. “Did I do that?” She asked quietly.

HAIKU III

HAIKU III Moths Are The Souls Of Artists Still Looking For The Flame. 8th August 2010

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