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Some of what I write is not true; so I put it here. Mind you, some of what’s here is true… but, well…

Kitchen Garden

February 25, 2023February 26, 2023 Pam Swanborough2 Comments

...Her friend Cat seemed to be in love, and, boringly, to be in love with someone else, and Daisy herself felt isolated, surplus to need and ready for recycling, grey as the compound walls; colourless...

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A Prologue

June 13, 2022July 5, 2022 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

Rain slants across the valley. The sky black as a valley floor, weighty as valley walls...

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A Kallikantzaros’s First Christmas

December 6, 2021February 27, 2022 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

‘I love Christmas!’ Cyst was angrily untangling some tinsel...

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Finding Under Difficult Circumstances

July 31, 2021August 5, 2022 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

Finding Under Difficult Circumstances by Pam Swanborough By the time you read this anything might have happened. She might have fallen in love by the time you read this. By the time you read this she might be dead. For that’s just how it works. Don’t feel bad for reading. It’s just how things work.… Continue reading Finding Under Difficult Circumstances →

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Iseult Bonne-Âme

November 16, 2020 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

Iseult lived by the water. She lived by the wide brown river. Her eyes were brown and her skin was brown. Iseult lived by the water and she didn’t know she was drowning.

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Seasoned

October 23, 2020June 26, 2021 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

Uncurls the fern in spring’s dawny damp; unfurls the shawling wind across the falling heights of winter’s decay.

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Fox: hunting

August 31, 2020November 16, 2020 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

Wind runs strong from the home of Morningstar, I’ll hunt at Old Farm, for Cold Farm will smell me coming tonight...

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The Thief

August 30, 2020October 28, 2020 Pam Swanborough1 Comment

Mather the thief pushed through the stink of people at Covent market, eyed the singer’s begging-bowl of pinchbeck, moved on

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Snake

August 23, 2020August 24, 2020 Pam Swanborough1 Comment

A kitten wandered away from his milky mother, and met a snake in the grass...

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Oh God Liam

August 16, 2019October 19, 2019 Pam SwanboroughLeave a comment

JohnnyBGood says I’m always the lucky one, because my Seven Day was the day that we didn’t all die.

Posted in FictionTagged sci-fi

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