All posts by Andrew Cheverton

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Free Run.

I pound across the rooftop.  I leap over a skylight and hit the other side. Two quick recovery steps to regain my balance.  I run hard for five metres, each one building the electrical surge in the thighs and calves of my muscle pants.  I

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Play Me.

Her name was Genevieve Monteresse and she shut all the doors and windows when she left.  It might have been a statement, but it’s difficult to tell.  She walked with straight legs, bounced with every step, and she could walk just a pace in front

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What Lies, Under The Skin.

I watch her as she sleeps, and the slow rise and fall of her chest marks the time we have together. It is the clock that tells the time, the only one that counts. Each beat of her heart, a movement of the second hand,