The Lark
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The Lark

Playing Spoons


It began — as far as I recall — one evening over a bowl of peaches; the tinned variety that comes sliced in sweet, clear syrup, reminding me as a boy of little lifeless goldfish.

Dessert was called pudding when served at my mother’s table, and often in those days it would come from a can and require the application of cutlery — a spoon back then, rather than the more contemporary fork. I liked…



The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Merton Barracks

I'm meandering. Some fiction and some rantings with an intermingling of the things that keep me going, slow me down or make me cry.