Yvonne Anderson

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StoryThe Night Before the Radiotherapy Silver Spun Sand812 years 5 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (2) celticman2612 years 5 months ago
StoryLilac Yvonne Anderson812 years 5 months ago
StoryTravel - Penzance Ray Schaufeld1212 years 5 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman2212 years 5 months ago
StoryBreathless for Winter to be gone Yvonne Anderson1012 years 6 months ago
StorySaturdays Yvonne Anderson812 years 6 months ago
StoryDaft as a brush Yvonne Anderson912 years 7 months ago
StoryPiggy Bank Rhiannonw912 years 7 months ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat512 years 7 months ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1512 years 7 months ago
StoryDown the tunnel Yvonne Anderson012 years 7 months ago
StoryInsomniac Yvonne Anderson612 years 8 months ago
Storyscream alphadog1412 years 8 months ago
StoryFor Better for Worse... Silver Spun Sand2412 years 8 months ago
StoryA school dinner Yvonne Anderson212 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoems Yvonne Anderson012 years 8 months ago
CollectionAutobiography Yvonne Anderson012 years 8 months ago
StoryFirst Love luigi_pagano2212 years 8 months ago
StoryNew midgeryall212 years 8 months ago
StoryMe and dad Yvonne Anderson612 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Daughter and Other Angels Silver Spun Sand1412 years 9 months ago
StoryAn old friend Yvonne Anderson612 years 9 months ago
StoryRemembering M Yvonne Anderson1112 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

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Stretched out long limbed lazy I creep in and watch you asleep Perched on the end of the bed Look at your face from underneath And see my baby again...

A chance encounter

We said a difficult hello. In years to come we would be able to be warm with one another and not so long ago we had crackled with heat. Now we were...
Gold cherry

Lilac

Branches long of lilac lilac longing lolling lilac in the stoppered bottle, tall bottle washed of olive oil. Your scent seduces very near so did that...
Cherry

It was mental growing up

Talking to oneself was well known to be the first sign of madness. Mrs Baker was pale and distracted all the time. Her two little girls wore dirty...
Cherry

Daft as a brush

The torpor of Sunday afternoon was sometimes broken by an unexpected vist. My parents were suspicious: "Who's that outside our house in a Jag?"...

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