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My stories

Cherry

No Angels

It was raining. Standing at the open French windows, a redolent wind blew a strand of hair across her cheek, and for a second she fancied there was a certain hint of Byzance in the air– Julie’s late sister’s signature perfume.
Cherry

Crystal Balls and Commas

True to form, an earthmoving experience wakes me at 5.00 a.m.; my husband re-launching himself into our bed after taking a pee. Getting in and out of...
Cherry

Night in the Camargue

Not the Camargue or the Rhone, not the wind bending bamboo on the brackish, delta marshes;
Cherry

For the Love of Her

“...and if I should carol aloud from aloft all things that are forked, and horned, and soft would lean out from the hollowed sphere of the sea all looking down for the love of me.” ‘The Mermaid’ (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

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