Category Archives: Mostly Micro

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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What I Mean…

Posted on December 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on November 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

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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What Pegman Saw: Conquered

Posted on November 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

Upon first contact in BCE 58 the local tribes accepted Rome’s outstretched hand. By BCE 56 they had realised its reality. The Coriosolitae, Veneti, Osismi and Namnetes, the Esuvii, Lexovii, Ambiliati and Diablintes, joined with the more distant Morini and … Continue reading →

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CCC#54: Imprisoned

Posted on November 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Captured and imprisoned. Two crusts a day: one of bread, the other off cheese. The cheese is best; its mould might heal me. The bread is rye, its mould might freak me. Taken at the start of the war… In … Continue reading →

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In Athens

Posted on November 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

In Athens the citizens gathered at the ecclesia to discuss and agree a solution to the increasing problem of their laws. Passed by word of mouth and laced with blood feuds, impossible to track and to apply with justice. Word … Continue reading →

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