Category Archives: Mostly Micro

CCC#61: The Estimate

Posted on January 9, 2020 by crispina kemp

For the third time, Mr Davidson looked at the address he’d been given. Marine Parade. Not Marine Crescent or Drive. Marine Parade. He looked again at the items listed on the estimate: Remove rust Repair and replace defective metalwork Sealant … Continue reading →

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The Lady’s Maid

Posted on January 7, 2020 by crispina kemp

Up before the family stirs, rooms to clean, beds to turn, slops to empty, floors to wipe, rugs to lift and outside shake, grates and irons to clean, fires to lay in hearths and stoves, doors to answer, gloves to … Continue reading →

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CCC60: The Nithings

Posted on January 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on December 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on December 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on December 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on December 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on December 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on December 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

“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

Posted on December 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

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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