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My stories


The Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (1 of 5)

He saw her in the field, with the grass high, the sun rising, the dew hanging like diamonds. She was barefoot and in deep crimson, her black hair...
Gold cherry

Hard to Say Goodbye

It’s hard to say goodbye. You tell yourself you’re prepared, you’re committed. But here, now, in the garden by the fence, I’m not. Rhonda stands...

So, Choose

You stand on a precipice. Or maybe it’s more like you’re standing at a crossroads. A T Junction. And all the paths are in shadow. Maybe literally:...

Blood Red and Beautiful

You show up at my place. Pull up ostentatiously in the driveway with the gift of a bottle of wine. It’s red and expensive, it catches in the porch...


We left them out on the windowsill – me and Pippa – piles of breadcrumbs, and crusts, maybe a few vegetable peelings. The sun would be setting, and...