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StoryBastille Day in Brookwood paddyjohnston012 years 11 months ago
CollectionSweetness paddyjohnston012 years 11 months ago
StoryScrabbled paddyjohnston013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMarshmallows paddyjohnston313 years 2 weeks ago
StorySweetness paddyjohnston013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMissing paddyjohnston113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKipling's Anonymous (2008) paddyjohnston013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIcing paddyjohnston013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKim & Jessie paddyjohnston214 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Ant Rocks paddyjohnston514 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Midnight Baker paddyjohnston314 years 9 months ago
StoryMr Hocking paddyjohnston715 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPipistrelle paddyjohnston415 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLebkuchen paddyjohnston715 years 3 weeks ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2415 years 3 weeks ago

My collections

My stories

Cherry

Kim & Jessie

'Kim & Jessie' appeared on shuffle as I walked home and summer refused to die. I thought of you dancing in pointed shoes arms flailing in small circles to lead the reluctant revelers

The Ant Rocks

A long-awaited exchange Of mutual existence Recalls a name, long-forgotten But instantly familiar. As children, thrown unceremoniously Into holidays and grandparents,
Cherry

Pipistrelle

Hundreds upon thousands of tiny bats Are beating their thin wings To welcome the night. A flutter falls As the darkness descends And their voices call: A nocturne at once urgent
Gold cherry

Mr Hocking

The secret ingredient In Mr. Hocking’s case Was a thick West Country accent And the crystal clear conviction That it was the seaweed above all else Which made his ice cream the best,

Scrabbled

It was the second or third time that I visited your house and I scrabbled around in my mind as I picked out the letters of the game of scrabble which was absent from our fated evening

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