Anna Ticehurst, Author at Cherwell

'Let's watch the sun making its paperboy/rounds tapping on the window and shedding/off its flecks of glow'

The energy in the trees was palpable- at once pulsating and swirling

Intervals. I know you have been dying to read an article about them for as long as you can remember, so I’ll put you...

Its embers surround them, licking their skin and feeding their kisses.

Mutuality was not present that night.

The paleness of your legs made them vulnerable in the light that shone in from his bedroom window.

Anna Ticehurst