Chris Whitley

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My stories

Cherry

My Street of Memory

All of a sudden the air seemed to shift, followed by something like a sonic-boom. I remember grabbing at the arms of the chair.

ADVENTURES IN A DIFFICULT WORLD (Chapter Three) Part Two

The wine flowed, and the viscous atmosphere poured like syrup, and from the boxes somewhere above us, the music like tangled wire, also pissed into the goo.

Waiting

Ever since meeting her she had occupied his mind. As soon as she telephones to say she will be there, it becomes much more then mere occupation -- she burns in his mind until he sees her.

The Arrow

A poem forgotten and remembered from 1991. Written in Hull.
Cherry

The Sushi Bar

Baby Lemonade has a long willowy figure, thinner than a sliced rainbow. She's a mellow buttercup-babe.

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