Yvonne Anderson

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StoryThe Walthamstow Bird jolono229 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Night Before the Radiotherapy Silver Spun Sand89 years 11 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (2) celticman279 years 11 months ago
StoryLilac Yvonne Anderson89 years 11 months ago
StoryTravel - Penzance Ray Schaufeld129 years 11 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman229 years 11 months ago
StoryBreathless for Winter to be gone Yvonne Anderson1010 years 1 week ago
StorySaturdays Yvonne Anderson810 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDaft as a brush Yvonne Anderson910 years 1 month ago
StoryPiggy Bank Rhiannonw910 years 1 month ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat510 years 1 month ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1510 years 1 month ago
StoryDown the tunnel Yvonne Anderson010 years 1 month ago
StoryInsomniac Yvonne Anderson610 years 2 months ago
Storyscream alphadog1410 years 2 months ago
StoryFor Better for Worse... Silver Spun Sand2810 years 2 months ago
StoryA school dinner Yvonne Anderson210 years 2 months ago
CollectionPoems Yvonne Anderson010 years 2 months ago
CollectionAutobiography Yvonne Anderson010 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love luigi_pagano2410 years 2 months ago
StoryNew midgeryall210 years 2 months ago
StoryMe and dad Yvonne Anderson610 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Daughter and Other Angels Silver Spun Sand1510 years 3 months ago
StoryAn old friend Yvonne Anderson610 years 3 months ago
StoryRemembering M Yvonne Anderson1110 years 3 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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