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My stories

Cherry

The night sky over Stepney

Night: its cross-hatching of antilight behind the eyes; its white-noise hiss of unused sound.
Cherry

Turqouise Towels And Riding Crops

Even depression these days is branded in London. Mine is delivered as a blank parcel to the mind, its contents an image of the Hanger Lane Gyratory...

An homage to plastic cutlery (part 1)

In the warm cabin, The girl swept the crepe mixture round the circular griddle like a World War II radar. The other side of the counter, the air was crisp and cold.
Cherry

Blue Sky Thinking

Boxing Day at Stansted; each expression is the scab-picked wound of a Christmas too quickly spent.
Cherry

Cee–Ay–En–Cee–Ee–Are

“It’s fine, my boy – Mummy’s treatment is a game of Space Invaders very nearly won.”

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