Category Archives: Fiction, probably

A nice cup of tea and a bunker

Posted on November 7, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

Oh God. Kelly’s heading my way with that moronic morning smile on her face. “Ready for our cup of tea are we, Edith?” We? We? Ye gods! Is she fetching two straws with it? What I’d give for a gin … Continue reading →

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It’ll all end in tiaras

Posted on August 9, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

I wouldn’t go to the hairdressers, to be honest, if I could blow dry it myself, but what with the frozen shoulder and the frizzy hair – it just looks better if they do it. But last time I was … Continue reading →

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Before the rain

Posted on July 15, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

Kids sit on the kerb, poking hot tar with dirty fingers, making scabby stretch marks. Girls with shiny hair drift by in bright sunny dresses, cut with paper patterns from cheap pretty cotton. It’s 1976, the long, hot, summer, and … Continue reading →

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And the bandoneon played on

Posted on June 27, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

Have you ever heard of the bandoneon? It’s an instrument that messes with your head, a kind of accordion, a lethal mental weapon for the emotionally inclined. …I’m standing at the bar. The bartender’s giving me that look and polishing … Continue reading →

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