Category Archives: Love

Beneath The Stars


You could call it a meeting of minds: a moment when two souls found in each other’s company that a complex world could became simple, but that was all it was and everything. It was a holiday romance, a trick … Continue reading

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Araminta


Araminta was always the love of my life and I hers for a time, I believe, but then it stopped. As teenagers we would run across the rocks of the Cornish beach year after year and adventures of the youthful … Continue reading

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A New Attempt At “Living it?”


  We are all in it for the journey aren’t we? I mean we don’t have any choice. You sort of wake up on the train of life, and then some guy comes up to you and out of nowhere … Continue reading

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A Romance In Passing


I came across her as she was walking down some road in the dark, with the rain pouring off her face and back, and I demanded she just get in the car and out of the weather till she muttered … Continue reading

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Love By The Hour


  The single truth which fed and clothed her every day since dropping out of university was to do with men. Inspired by the welcome and then depressing attentions of her classics professor, she realised she could earn enough in … Continue reading

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Last First Kiss


When I met her she felt her beauty was a recollection: her power to attract, she feared, long since gone and she was defenceless against the scrutiny of those less charitable than herself. She was a drunk in a bar at some … Continue reading

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A Walk Through Memory


” Love me but do not own me: Celebrate but don’t possess me;” I see her smiling as she said it; the last words I heard spoken by her face to face. Off on an adventure, never to return, crushed … Continue reading

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