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My stories

Gold cherry

The ticket (Chapter One)

Martha could tell it was a train ticket immediately form the way it fell from the man’s hand: not in a flutter but a sort of rapid spin, in quick circles, like a whirligig.
Cherry

Retirement options for tube trains, #9 Staffordshire

Uttoxeter Tube Retreats The Perfect Romantic Getaway!
Cherry

O tempora!

After the airport X-ray, my lungs feel lighter: the silver leaf of my alveoli has flaked away in the slipstream of neutrons.
Gold cherry

Retirement options for tube trains, #7, Foulness Island

the North Sea rolls out flat and silver like virgin tin foil.
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Goodbye, room

There’s damp on the ceiling of this room. It makes me feel uneasy to look it at. Sepia-coloured patches bloom outwards, or crisscross the white plaster like the roots of Japanese Knot Weed.

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