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The Trees (I)

That night, in a dream the trees came for me. Like the ones in the Scottish play, they advanced on my window, and, there being no glass that day, simply climbed through into my house.  A ghostly rustle of antique … Continue reading

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Flight

“Don’t eat me yet.” A late autumn fox looked at the Yorkshire pudding with a new interest. Was she surprised that the pudding could talk? (Only recently, she herself had been dead and stuffed, but that’s another story….) As some … Continue reading

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The Biscuit Tin Baby

You could hear my heart beating among the bourbons and my head touched the top of the lid, where I’d made little wrinkles in the metal from moving around. The strange thing was that people knew I was there, and … Continue reading

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Shell

How long has it been since You last had a clean? Time to declare I need a spare.     Written: 18/08/2017

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