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

Cherry

Heart of Stone

It seems unlikely now, this piece of stone snatched from a beach somewhere on Tenerife. She found it. I wonder if she set out to find an astonishing souvenir,
Cherry

The Vulture Cage

These unwashed, threadbare shirts flutter to earth and flap in packs like filthy feathered yobs. Or tissue-thin old men shoulders hunched and huffing on the edge of things.

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

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