Mark Burrow

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StoryThe Riots Mark Burrow112 years 3 months ago
StoryLilly Ng and the Starlight Burger Bar Mark Burrow02 years 7 months ago
StoryTina Mark Burrow32 years 7 months ago
StoryAn Imperial Man Mark Burrow22 years 7 months ago
StoryCoat Flying Mark Burrow02 years 7 months ago
StoryLove Shapes Mark Burrow23 years 8 months ago
CollectionFresh Start Mark Burrow03 years 8 months ago
StoryD/ The Ticket Collector Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryC/ The Ticket Collector Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryBeachcomber Revelation Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryBaby likes Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryB/ The Ticket Collector Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryAre You sure you're okay? Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryAll phone calls after midnight are bad calls Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryA/ The Ticket Collector Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryA Secret Agent Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryA Home Made Soup (words 5891) Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
CollectionUnordered Tales Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
CollectionThe Ticket Collector Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
CollectionBread and Dripping Mark Burrow08 years 1 month ago
StoryWaiting for this Mark Burrow18 years 3 months ago
StoryWhite Space (Words 4291) Mark Burrow08 years 3 months ago
StoryYou Say So Mark Burrow08 years 3 months ago
StoryWomen Under the Influence Mark Burrow08 years 3 months ago
StoryTinder – Ch 10 – Lewis Mark Burrow18 years 3 months ago

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Cherry

The visit

A passer-by wouldn’t notice the white plastic handle fastened next to the front door.

Baby likes

‘Shots.’ ‘Not tequila. Tequila makes me ill.’ ‘No, tequila’s awesome.’ ‘Sambuca?’ ‘I hate aniseed.’
Cherry

The bruise

I hold my arm aloft. The GP, a well-spoken man in his fifties, tells me ‘it’s only a bruise’. ‘Why won’t it go, then?’

English Country Garden

I could laze here among the weeds of the garden for a thousand years. Irene waters her roses next door, looking at me askance. I know you’re watching me Irene because I’m watching you.

All phone calls after midnight are bad calls

(2500 words) Pyser Lee slept badly on Sunday nights. He worried about the week ahead, work. Having finally drifted off, he didn't want to go to the kitchen and answer his ringing phone. 'You have to answer it,' said Miranda sleepily.

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