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My stories

At Kelmarsh

Inspiration Point - Pitch Black
Cherry

I've Dreamed About Buying A Gun

I told Della about the gun. "You'd be better off with a dishwasher," she said. Since he died I've dreamed about buying a gun. I looked at dishwashers...
Cherry

The Dying

for my sisters

Woodsmoke

Letting myself in, I smell the woodsmoke where last night I kept the fire company turned with my back to it, rested with a book. The smell is a ghost...

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