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Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Friday, 13 October 2017

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch II; Leaf V

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Lone pilgrim… Unlike most of the local creatures – who never ventured far from where they were born, throughout their lives – the Badger (...
Friday, 10 April 2015

The Pard of Avon (ye seconde parte thereof…)

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Blow winds and crack your cheeks… Time had moved on. And the experience had made her vow never to do it again – what with all the p...
Wednesday, 8 April 2015

The Pard of Avon (the first part of several…?)

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Thou hast seen these signs… Perhaps it was the poor council intern from K.E.S., pulling the trolley up Chapel Lane, loaded with ide...
Friday, 6 February 2015

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch II; Leaf IV

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A hard rain’s a-gonna fall… Mister Mole’s bacon and marmalade toasted sandwiches 1. Two thick slices of your favourite bread 2. A...
Sunday, 28 December 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch II; Leaf III

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New morning… It was very late the next morning when the Mole awoke – startled to find himself actually in bed for once! The seduction o...
Wednesday, 3 December 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch II; Leaf II

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Walk out in the rain… And one young mouse was so much braver than the rest; although only just as wise. However, what drove him to such...
Saturday, 1 November 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch II; Leaf I

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Let’s keep it between us… There was a reason for Badger’s books staying safe and secure on the tall study shelves, as well as dus...
Tuesday, 14 October 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch I; Leaf IX

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Revised from The Wide World arrives... – 13 May 2014 When the night comes falling from the sky… It was a cold, spring day, and the...
Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch I; Leaf VIII

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He was a friend of mine… The Mole was getting nowhere. Literally and figuratively. He was completely and truly stuck. More stuck than r...
Sunday, 14 September 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch I; Leaf VII

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Shelter from the storm… The trek back to the Wild Wood, and home, seemed much longer than usual: a growing metaphysical burden adding t...
Monday, 25 August 2014

A desert island biography…

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Picture, in the not-too-distant future, Windmill Hill as an island – quite likely, I guess; and probably as part of an Avon-Stour archipela...
Monday, 11 August 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch I; Leaf VI

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Cold irons bound… That change had arrived; and looked set to stay. Where the Mole stood, shaking, was once the meadow where he had live...
Friday, 11 July 2014

The Wastage of the Willows – Branch I; Leaf V

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Not dark yet… When the Badger called all the inhabitants of the river bank together, for the first time, under the ancient small-leaved...