Cherry

Bite the bullet

“If you’re not size 8 or under they don’t have it. Who do they think I am Kate Moss?” I wrote this in a couple of hours. I was just trying to churn out a short story on a quiet afternoon .

The face you wear

ought not to shut you in screen-play to another film, stiple bury you inside a mummified other. the face that you wear is for protection, it's an armour a clever contraption...
Cherry

Teller

Teller ‘You will lead a very lonely life’ she said closing my fingers into a fist. I thought of the fish fingers in the freezer all gold and glittering. ‘No really don’t worry,

Stop putting walls on my face

Stop putting walls on my face Her legs haven’t purled the air like seedlings or splat palmed the gym mat halfway through a handstand. She hasn’t let her Uncle tie her tooth to a string

Cully

The story of my Kestrel

Our Stan, Doris & the Bike Ride.

Monologue with apologies to Marriot Edgar

I Am.......

I am the flutter sitting On the edge of dreams I am the butterfly dancing Lightly in summer breeze I am the rush of wind Breaking cobwebs free I am the writing on the wall

Clean Soul

She wore a smile Like a pretty dress Sunflowers in her hair As she struggled through days Loss of a son Loss of a man Did not strip her of hope Somewhere in the world

Ben Needham

On July 24th 1991, on the island of Kos in Greece, Ben Needham at the age of 21 months disappeared off the face of the earth. Simply was no more.

Bang Bang, You're Dead

She debated long and hard about traveling to Cambridge. He had pleaded over days, and weeks of all night calls. She wrestled with herself. One, he sounded drunk.

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