Category Archives: Mostly Micro

CCC60: The Nithings

Nay, lad, now don’t you call out too loud, You’ll scare away the Nithings who live down by that drain. Aye, lad, you don’t want to scare the Nithings. But what are the Nithings? I hear you ask. Why, lad, … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: People of the Bear

My father’s grandfather died… when the bloody-handed red-garbed men from Rome thieved our gold. Those same red-garbed men set stone-on-stone within our valley. They bridged the rivers, built a road, and built a town. No seer needed to see where … Continue reading

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CCC59: St Stephen’s Ladder

Stephen stomped down the stairs. It was that day again. The day after Christmas. The day his extended family, replete with their over-gorged distended bellies, descended upon his parents’ place. Look at them, pigged out and vegged out, and expecting … Continue reading

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His Sister’s New Boyfriend

Robby sat back in his sister Lisa’s armchair and watched. He didn’t much rate Lisa’s new boyfriend. A bit fly, a trumpeter. Robby had already clocked the tree. “Where’d yer get that?” “I have contacts.” Hmm. Now he was doling … Continue reading

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CCC#58: A Strange Land

Sedge ran his finger across the shiny surface. Strange, despite it was wet, it wasn’t cold. He knuckle-rapped it. And neither had it the sound of ice. Yet there was his wren-stone visible within it, and someone’s lost arrowheads. He … Continue reading

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The Tasmanian Devil

It wasn’t a massive boat. But neither was it small. A trimaran… claimed safe in all waters. And by the looks of the clouds that now amassed on the horizon, that claim was about to be tested. Me, wimp, wanted … Continue reading

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CCC#57: Proper Milk

“Jim, pull over,” Joyce shouted as if Jim was away in a field and not at the wheel beside her. Jim ignored her and drove on. “Turn around, turn around,” she demanded, grown aggressively agitated. Jim sighed. “I’ll turn if … Continue reading

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Raised Against Us

We numbered only a third of when we started; the journey had eaten us, taken our strength, yet strengthened our purpose. As we crested the hill, we saw our destination. A planned town, built in cruciform, four gates opening to … Continue reading

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What I Mean…

Philology? No, morphology. Not phenomenology? No, and neither physiology. So, not anatomy nor neurology? You’re thinking only of biology. Ah, geology then, like… geochronology? No. Not even geomorphology. None of that is what I mean by morphology. 37 words, written … Continue reading

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The Curse

You cannot imagine how it is to live for so long not knowing why you remain young while others age, not knowing why you live while others die. Then the memory returns. It doesn’t come to you slowly, piece by … Continue reading

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