short story
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S-Senses
A very short story. All my posts this season are “inspired by” a letter of the alphabet! When she was five she touched a conker. It was smooth in her hand but had dents so she had felt rather sorry for it, abandoned there on the ground. She had picked it up with her grubby Continue reading
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B-Blame it on Me
A very short storyAll my posts this season are “inspired by” a letter of the alphabet! From childhood, her older brother had always blamed her for everything. Her parents were sceptical, given that he was a little older and stronger, but because she loved him so much, he was her older brother after all, teacher, Continue reading
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Cheerio ’til the Autumn!
Summer is nearly upon us. Whether or not you have holidays coming up, Summer is Coming. Probably with Red Walkers rather than white ones. Red from the sun I mean. If that wasn’t clear. And if you haven’t seen Game of Thrones, apologies again. Anyway, that’s unimportant. Moving on. What I did want to say Continue reading
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Cuentos cortos en español/Short Stories in English!
ENGLISH I now have three short books available to buy in digital format, and am hoping to have them in paper format before long. They’re available in the Kobo store to buy and you can read them on the Kobo app for android, iOs and desktop, as well as the Kobo ereader. In the links Continue reading
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Sunset
A very short story The sun was not shining. There was no soft breeze that caressed a cheek and far from the birds singing, not a sound could be heard coming out of their mouths. They were dead. Somewhere else, the sea seemed angry, infuriated by something inexplicable. No human being walked through the streets. Continue reading
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Tigger
A (very )short story From a very early age, when he still had no hair anywhere on his body, and his voice still sounded like a heavenly angel, he was very clear about what he wanted to do with his life. He was going to be a tiger. But a real tiger. He was not Continue reading
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Cheese Dreams
A (very) short story. It wasn’t so much the way it was looking at him, but more the way he felt obliged to avoid its gaze. He paced the room, trying to ignore the evil way in which he was drawn, unwillingly, time and again, towards it. He had to be strong, to resist being Continue reading
Espanglisher 