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My stories

Cherry

She Loves him more in Death than Life.(edited).

In later years they sat across a wide divide, Dutch fireside dolls glaring enmity Identical armchairs fading day by day. She loved him better in death than life. Waking suddenly from afternoon doze,

Yesterday. (Edited).

'Shit!' The lump of rubbery scrambled eggs slides off my plastic fork and lands on the tablecloth. 'Use the spoon,' Alan offers helpfully. 'I can't get the damn thing to my mouth,' I reply, knowing my trembling hands will make an even worse mess. He leans over and puts the dried-up bacon slice between some bread, adding his own fried egg on top. 'Thanks,' I think I can eat a sandwich more easily, 'but what about you?'

Ode to Awful Food.

Now Molly made her living in dear old Dublin town Singing out her seafood wares, the kind you have to down. Cockles and Mussels that slither down your throat Lie heavy on your stomach and give intestinal bloat.

The Bone Road.

Did I walk this road before and was their someone then to guide me? Memories play false; wither away at all there is left of me. In the ashes of bones my feet drag and stumble this is no game I once played. I remember¦¦¦..

Waiting For Jack.

Waiting for Jack As many a good story starts mine have roots in the past, to a twenty-one year old new mum struggling to cope with her first baby. Those first few days alone are probably the most traumatic experience in a mum's life. You are already tired, sore and terribly afraid of doing the wrong thing. Those stacks of baby books you devoured during your pregnancy suddenly seem a total waste of money because your own baby is a unique human being and nothing has prepared you for the reality of sleepless nights and days as well.

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