Steve Button

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StoryThe Water Table Steve Button315 years 8 months ago
StoryIn A Cafe, After The Orangerie Steve Button815 years 8 months ago
StoryBetween the lines seafret515 years 8 months ago
StoryThe hunt seafret915 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Art Of Being A TV Critic Steve Button515 years 8 months ago
StoryLaying In Steve Button315 years 8 months ago
StoryBenighted marriage Beeme1915 years 8 months ago
StoryImperceptible shoe1615 years 8 months ago
StoryLoitering Steve Button315 years 8 months ago
StoryMystery rae1315 years 8 months ago
StoryWolfman Steve Button215 years 8 months ago

My stories

Reunion

And even now, after so many years, so many coats of institutional whitewash, the corridors still smell of rage. The last thing I remember; running like hell on the last day, trailing

The Fibber

He told me how he lay awake at night to catch shooting stars on his tongue, and washed by waiting till it rained. How once he’d taught a hen to tell the truth, then faked the eggs

The Boy Who Thought He Could

Mother licked and slicked his hair back, then in a voice that dripped sugar sent him out to pick blackberries, to get him out from under her feet. He skirted the cliff, his arms flapped

In The Clouds

It is mid-afternoon, the time I set aside to write. Outside the winter dawdles, snow-packed clouds are holding back. It should be snowing. I should be writing. The pen hangs,

The Woods

The winter woods You already knew Were new to us Again you had the edge On me, the calm Of secret knowledge Settled like cupped water In your palm I know wood and water

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