Blatta Platter

This story was written after I discovered that prawn and cockroache belong to the same family
Cherry

The Fortune Teller

In the playground We gathered around the fortune teller With his flapping paper mouth, Pinched between anxious fingers.

Indigo and Gold

And it’s just us. Locked in a turbulent tango Across an eclipsing ballroom To the giddy pipes of fate.

Who the fuck is Alice?

After Frank's wife dies he makes a trip downunder.

Touched

Blood, there was so much blood and she couldn't breath. She was running to fast and she couldn't slow down. She promised the woman she would bring help back, but how could she keep that promise.

On Walking Home.

Another shot at a short story.

The Publisher Demands

The Publisher Demands

The Doll Maker (re-written)

The tale of the doll maker; it makes you think about what had really happened and consider the truths to the short story.

Dreamer’s tin of Graffiti Special

sarongs08
Cherry

How High is the Moon

(edited, 22/09/08 with a thank you to jennifer, sunshine and Mori;-) Like schoolgirls we giggle, mad she calls me.

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