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My stories

Gold cherry

Le Grand Départ

One, final ritual, before the 'Big Push' - 'Le Grand Départ...' I carefully remove all the posters, photos and cards from my bedroom walls.
Cherry

These Are The Days

We find ourselves huddled on a bench, by the Thames, opposite Big Ben - his bright, white face mirrored, not only in the river, but in the moon, pastelled onto a cloud at his side.

Unbreakable

We lie, entwined, in a cocoon of steamed glass. Here, held captive in one slice of an alternate reality, protected from the cold world of sluicing rain.
Cherry

Our Love

I remind myself that our love is better, softer, purer than others. Yes, our love's bed sheets are bright and white and clean and flat.
Cherry

Unclaimed

We share a cigarette, moving closer; inch by inch, drag by drag. Until his arm is around my waist, and he kisses me...

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