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My stories

Uncle Amos

Turned up with a pushcart – the old man who moved in across the street. A ‘Yid’, Dad said he was...
Cherry

Angels Don't Dye...Do They?

No ordinary client, nor ordinary venue...although I had been there, professionally, on a couple of occasions in the past. Nothing quite like this though...
Cherry

Dearest Daughter...

That last time I visited you in the hospice, wanted to confess...own up, tell you what I’d been doing that afternoon, but didn’t know how.

Of Mattie and Me...

Loch Awe, the bees, buzzing in the heather, the way you squealed and ran away whenever one deigned to invade your space...

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