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StoryDo They Sing? tessdavies314 years 3 months ago
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StoryThe Leper King tessdavies214 years 6 months ago
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StoryThe Child Anna Marie214 years 8 months ago

My stories

Pacing

One warm small body in arms the other - cold - away up the stairs. The scrubby garden and the shed, where the cat had gone to die days earlier, just about summed it up
Cherry

Aunt Audrey

Aunt Audrey What would you choose to take with you? What objects would remind you of who you are in the new home you haven’t chosen?

Do They Sing?

Do They Sing? Summer is slipping away early Skies are darkening; there is a slight chill What I thought was an errand of mercy is done - But found no mercy was needed.
Cherry

Diary

At the door of this quiet room Your bedroom, holding all that you are In trust, There is an, almost, holy hush But for the unexpected flesh pink – Such a mistake – a pigs ear.
Cherry

Salvage

You get what you pay for, he declares over a glass of white wine But do you? she asks, hugging a mug of tea. It’s not like a business, we will have to sit there and speak our hearts and minds

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