Cherry

Seasons (Naga-Uta*)

Then, when the rain stops and you step outside, to walk once again, barefoot over the wet grass, like that long lost girl-woman of innocent summer sex, you remember how

Chords of Love

Her neck was smooth and dark, with a hard ridge running from just below her head all the way down her back.

The Banjo.

He sees the banjo in a second hand shop in Croydon. No strings attached, couple of pegs missing, battered case. They are asking 4 pounds for it.

RS04 - The Runaway

Mark knows where Ryan is now living. Scared, Ryan decides that his only option is to flee Cliffport and head to London. But first, he has some unfinished business in his home town of Truro.
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Burren

Traced the scrawl where bony fingers picked out each patchwork rut and row

The Young Prince

He struck out ahead of the pack at a fierce pace, weaving in between patches of heather and imposing wooden stakes.

A Minute

If you wouldn’t mind sitting still, just for a minute: your hair would be a butterfly sanctuary, white lichen would grow on your elbow and moss at your knees, the farmer would come
Cherry

Hot Summer Blues

I read Tom Waits is in Edinburgh in concert; it's effing hot here in Andalucia. Out of these two unconnected things comes this... Growl it out loud as if you'd drunk those seven...

The Catholic Priest Father George.

The priest was waiting in my cell. It was strange to find him there. The moment the handcuffs were taken off he stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

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