Cherry

Ambition

Ambition is like a bumbling tourist guide you have no idea where it will take you.

Winterness; (A micro fiction)

A micro fiction about winter blues.

Colour is dead

Colour is dead, the blind man said. When it had gone, it still shone within my soul. But now there is a hole, blacker than coal. I try to remember the dark blue sky, when by and by

The blue and long lost

teenager years that pined for love and lust

The Other Land

he searches for words to tell me....
Cherry

Her daily excursion

She called it her 'daily excursion', a two hour walk to clear her head and get some exercise, or at least that's what she told her husband.

Heartbreaking

Deceitful eyes, she's got those 'come get me' thighs. She's the only one, who knows how low she can go. She speaks the lines that can control my mind.
Cherry

Hall of Mirrors (Durham Ramblings)

I'm good at brooding. Seriously, no one can brood quite like me - when I'm sat on a nameless bench and the sky is just as moody.

Who am I?

Who am I I am your Tolpuddle Martyr I am your Suffragette I am your Indian Mutiny I am your A.N.C. I am your Mau Mau I am your Sandinista I am your Nelson Mandela
Cherry

The Love of Her Father

"Think we should notify Houlton? It was a suicide after all." "The hell with them, it's our dead!" Caribou said. "They don't hafta know."

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