Frances Macaulay Forde

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My stories

My Car (poem & video)

Red used to be my favourite colour. I'd just get Tinkerbell (my 1983 Mitsubishi Colt) cruising nicely at sixty kilometres an hour then red.
Cherry

Write to Romance (short story pub. in 2000 'Urban Scrawl')

It was no good. Jessica couldn't stop herself. Her eyes scoured the room again - where was he? A gentle cough from somewhere high behind her, made her turn and bam! Their eyes locked.

Cynical Cinquains

1. She lay prostrate. Waiting. Will he stay a while when their beating hearts have calmed down? Never.

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