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My stories

Moonlight Bay

It's Lugi's fault...he got me thinking of Doris Day. So I melded a sort of Romeo & Juliet ending to a forbidden love...not what the Hollywood of the time would have scripted.
Cherry

Tha's Going To Halifax

This is an apocryphal tale narrated in the voice of a small boy. The boy being my late father in law and his recollection of a day trip to the seaside that ultimately went wrong. I have embellished much, but the essence of the recollection remains true, as was the final destination of the ill-fated trip.
Cherry

Dare To Forget

I often tease my wife about hearing her voice of command when she's not around and this piece is one of those voices. The last of a trilogy about my mother in law's passing.
Cherry

Rock Me In My Cradle

I wanted to show the family featured, but image sizing means I can only post the fulcrum of the family RIP Irene Brown

Limerick On Limericks

Limericks have five lines it is true But poets are oft left to rue As they head for the door Why lines three and four Don't rhyme with lines one and...

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