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view image“He had to stop his body being swept away, by wind, by time, by continental drift, by shooting stars, by shame.”
Quote from ‘Being Dead’ by Jim Crace
“Then all at once they scatter yellow rose petals into the water, and as the river carries them past the cafe it is as though there was a reflection in the water of the cloths of heaven.”
Quote from ‘Love Like Salt’ by Helen Stevenson
New Publication:
‘Paddle’ – An Essay Exploring Remembrance
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My Summer Doesn’t End in September
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Some unexpected post…
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Longlisted – Bristol Short Story Prize 2013
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Short Fiction – Highly Commended
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