Category Archives: Mostly Micro

Since Doris Retired

Tired Doris slumped down on the sofa Coat still worn Shoes kicked off Tired Too tired even to yawn Yet she yawned the same Tired And she’d still the supper to cook Had she no microwave meals? She was too … Continue reading

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The Widow

No number of catastrophes that day could shake her composure. The church spire groaned, creaked, grated and fell, medieval masonry tumbling all around – she stood her ground. The water pipe feeding the outside standpipe – for the bereaved to … Continue reading

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CCC233: Thumbs Up

To the rest of the village it looked like a lost and found glove. But to Bertie it was the all-clear signal from Elsie. Her parents were away!

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Wrecked on MY Pay-Check

He drank too much – was always drunk, stumbling and pissing on the neighbour’s doorstep. He frequented those kinds of nightspots, feasting his eyes – and who knows what more – on those erotic dancers. He had what he called … Continue reading

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CCC231: The Things You See

The things you see when walking your dog. Dead bodies – they’re always found by dogwalkers. And couples coupling. I’ve never encountered either. But I did see this. Is it a drug deal? Or a trade in diamonds? Amsterdam is … Continue reading

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CCC226: Three Little Pigs

I met a man as I passed the field. “Nice day,” he said. “Will be…when the sun shines.” And then I thought, while I had his attention. “You’re local?” “Yea,” he said. “Last time I passed here there were pigs … Continue reading

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Sixth Out From The Sun

Jo deemed it utterly unfair. It wasn’t his fault if he came across as cold, remote, unfriendly. It was down to his birth order and he’d had no control over that. Three older sisters, and two brothers, the sixth child … Continue reading

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CCC223: No Goblins Today

Spindle-Legs called to Nimble-Fingers, “Come on, let’s hurry it. The swings are free, the goblins aren’t here today!” The two play-friends had just hitched themselves onto the high swings and were working them into an exhilarating arc, whooping and laughing … Continue reading

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CCC220: Of Frost Giants and Wood Elves

The wood-elves danced till breaking dawn. But breaking dawn brought down the frost. “Too soon!” some few still-sober dancers roared, which to the rushing swirling waters beneath the bridge sounded more like a rustling, less than a whispering. The frost-giants’ … Continue reading

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CCC219: Charlie’s Aunt

Charlie sat on his favourite seat, high on Cannon Hill. Folks might have thought he was gazing out to sea. They might have thought – with how often he was there – that he was waiting for something or someone. … Continue reading

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