Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryElephant Frances Macaula...16 years 7 months ago
StoryFreo Doctor Frances Macaula...26 years 7 months ago
CollectionArt is the Spark Frances Macaula...06 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Eternity Garden rosaliekempthorne76 years 7 months ago
StoryAn Ill Wind philwhiteland46 years 7 months ago
Story3 Blue Jays Richard L. Prov...36 years 7 months ago
StoryTrumpeting! Rhiannonw46 years 8 months ago
StoryTrees on the Arapuni Road Philip Sidney236 years 8 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74819 years 1 month ago
Blog entryLily Poole - a review by Tony Cook tcook210 years 3 weeks ago
StoryReserved Frances Macaula...210 years 6 months ago
StoryAs it is in Heaven (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand610 years 7 months ago
StoryFuture Conditional Silver Spun Sand810 years 7 months ago
StoryNo Bowl of Cherries Silver Spun Sand1810 years 7 months ago
StoryAs Autumn Leaves Bee3810 years 7 months ago
StoryOxford Blue ralph210 years 7 months ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand2110 years 12 months ago
Story'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand2010 years 12 months ago
StoryBaobabs and Bedouins Silver Spun Sand711 years 1 day ago
StoryElegy for Eve Silver Spun Sand1211 years 3 days ago
StoryQuiet! Frances Macaula...211 years 4 days ago
Story'Go Now' Silver Spun Sand611 years 1 week ago
StoryA Natural Mum Frances Macaula...311 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand1011 years 1 month ago
StoryWithout Wheels Frances Macaula...611 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Cherry

Sketching

I sat myself down on a low stone wall, a semi-circle that splits St Mary’s Road in two. I'm just visiting Midleton, you understand... But I fancied a...
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Never

What can you say when a dear friend passes away? That they were good and kind and loved my many? That they were respected and stood by their beliefs...
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Loose Lettuce Leaf Factory Tour

Brake squeal announced busload disembark - not locals but a chattering multi-cultural arc. Concentration torn from my romance book I grabbed my bag...
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Cherry

POSTAGE

“ Will you get the mail please, Susan? Take Clement with you. And the gun.” I stood up, shoulders back. “I can drive myself. I’ve got my license now...
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Gold cherry

African Memories

Old Madala, a picannin friend and I passed time in mouth-watering anticipation. Under the Mopana tree, which stood near their khia at the end of our...
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