Yvonne Anderson

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StoryThe Walthamstow Bird jolono2211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Night Before the Radiotherapy Silver Spun Sand811 years 10 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (2) celticman2711 years 10 months ago
StoryLilac Yvonne Anderson811 years 10 months ago
StoryTravel - Penzance Ray Schaufeld1211 years 10 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman2211 years 10 months ago
StoryBreathless for Winter to be gone Yvonne Anderson1011 years 11 months ago
StorySaturdays Yvonne Anderson811 years 11 months ago
StoryDaft as a brush Yvonne Anderson911 years 12 months ago
StoryPiggy Bank Rhiannonw912 years 3 days ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat512 years 3 days ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1512 years 1 week ago
StoryDown the tunnel Yvonne Anderson012 years 1 week ago
StoryInsomniac Yvonne Anderson612 years 1 month ago
Storyscream alphadog1412 years 1 month ago
StoryFor Better for Worse... Silver Spun Sand2812 years 1 month ago
StoryA school dinner Yvonne Anderson212 years 1 month ago
CollectionPoems Yvonne Anderson012 years 1 month ago
CollectionAutobiography Yvonne Anderson012 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Love luigi_pagano2412 years 1 month ago
StoryNew midgeryall212 years 1 month ago
StoryMe and dad Yvonne Anderson612 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Daughter and Other Angels Silver Spun Sand1512 years 2 months ago
StoryAn old friend Yvonne Anderson612 years 2 months ago
StoryRemembering M Yvonne Anderson1112 years 2 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Saturdays

Looking back I see how we changed gradually from extremely polite well behaved children into feral nuisances. Money was always tight and as soon as I...

Down the tunnel

Down the tunnel in the tube you caught the map that showed the place Along the platform in the mob you spread your feet to take the space On the...
Cherry

A school dinner

How can I say this....I loved my school dinners. (Lunches I would say now I suppose, but back then dinner was in the middle of the day.) My primary...
Cherry

Insomniac

Night time in the city The tribes are abroad, chanting, marauding, maligning. Smokers are in doorways in solitary quietude Amid the voluble certainty...
Cherry

Me and dad

There were two ways to walk to the town; usually it was by the road. But some days, when time stretched ahead without limit, when the mood was on for...

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