Tuesday, 15 May 2007

First of Three Flash Sessions

6-8-10 Tonight

The miracle of glass
She pauses at a picture
How does the book open?
Cloud shadow
Are you prepared for what the night will bring?
The game is finished, he plays his ace
In the field, two horses
Climbing the hill within the deafening wind
I'm not a slag
Instructions, under plain brown covers
It was me who found the sausages next day
Variations on the Dead
Maybe father would have done better to keep a civil tongue in his head
Milk Wood
My dear, my skeleton will set like biscuit overnight
Never let it be said that when things are looking their grimmest, they can't get worse.
God is on YouTube
Possibly, possibly
To some new ambush, another mistake

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