Steve Button
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Water Table | Steve Button | 3 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | In A Cafe, After The Orangerie | Steve Button | 8 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Between the lines | seafret | 5 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The hunt | seafret | 9 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Art Of Being A TV Critic | Steve Button | 5 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Laying In | Steve Button | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Benighted marriage | Beeme | 19 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Imperceptible | shoe | 16 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Loitering | Steve Button | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Mystery | rae1 | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Wolfman | Steve Button | 2 | 15 years 10 months ago |
My stories
The Fox
Out on the uncombed lawn a burnt smudge snuffles through the undergrowth or lies proprietorial in the slanting sun. He's made a home in my garden, bronzed fur and white belly splayed
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The Water Table
Imagine sitting down to dine, the table edge lapping at, well, your lap, tucking the damp napkin of the river bank beneath your chin. A starter, something light and insubstantial to tease
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In A Cafe, After The Orangerie
Drained, a thin February light slants through the cafe window and falls across the table. There's only so much beauty anyone can take. I feel I have resurfaced after time
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The Art Of Being A TV Critic
dropped from the tenth floor the TV lies in pieces - nothing on these days
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On Returning Home From The Botanical Gardens
We have spent the afternoon either queuing for tickets or later, inside, curling at the edges fagged and ragged in the humidity as we oozed through continents.
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