Steve Button

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StoryBetween the lines seafret515 years 1 week ago
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StoryLaying In Steve Button315 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBenighted marriage Beeme1915 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImperceptible shoe1615 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLoitering Steve Button315 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMystery rae1315 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWolfman Steve Button215 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Scenes from a Working Life

Eighty-eight, bent double In ovens at the retirement home, Scouring for beer money, Telling the old bloke I wasn’t his son And no, I didn’t have his slippers on, Time after time.

Laying In

The hands, almost monstrous, are chipped and weathered, huge and could encompass a child’s head easily. He grabs the logs he’s cut and stacks them in the shed,
Cherry

Loitering

And so he sat and thought between the soup and the semolina, how this or that would be a good idea, considered how a lawn needed seeding, or how a life needed living

Wolfman

had the old musty smell of damp fur as he prowled the shopping precinct, nosing in waste bins for scraps of some lost life or leftovers to build a future, circling round the shoppers
Cherry

Bull's Eye

It stared up at me, the lidless eye in thick white fat, a fixed look of one-eyed surprise. The object was dissection, to get at how this unseeing eye worked, peer and poke

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