Category Archives: Mostly Micro

CCC#45: FLAW

Posted on September 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

Davey, did you bring that map? Sure did, Jace. Why? Did you check it out before you suggested the shortcut? Um… You didn’t, did you? Why, what’s the prob? That, over there, that’s the prob. Is that the *isolated-back-of-beyond* Berny … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A Gift From Kianda

Posted on September 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Craig boarded that plane with heavy heart. Ten years he had worked with Brendon. Saudi, Oman, Sarawak, and now Angola. Separately they applied for the contracts and separately they won them. But this was their last contract together. Why hadn’t … Continue reading →

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A Golden Opportunity

Posted on September 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

Just as the previous contract was about to end, I saw a position advertised at the local museum. Here, in Wessex. Okay, so it wasn’t paying much but that was expected; a small museum, a pimple compared with the V&A. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: The Merlion

Posted on September 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

The winds howled. Fierce lightning flashed through the sky. In their fright, the moon and stars hid behind the inky clouds. The waves crashed higher, higher. The fisher-folk of Temasek, terrified, prayed harder, harder. And from the southern waters rose … Continue reading →

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Hello Hello

Posted on September 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Ello, what’s this then?” “A hiker found them this morning, Sarge.” “Missing persons?” “One, Sarge. Angela Betts. Aged twenty-two. Blonde. Petite.’ The sergeant turned to look at the jackets strung from the gate. And nodded. “The inspector been told?” “Not … Continue reading →

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Affley Jumped Out

Posted on September 3, 2019 by crispina kemp

Zikes! Affley dropped amid a flutter of leaves and landed hard with a jolt. Yikes! She ducked and dodged the cascading water. She danced. That water was scalding hot. Swirled around, knocked and scraped against the tannin-stained walls, she’d had … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Naga-Loka

Posted on September 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Little Mimi sits on the bank, sucking her thumb and looking glum. “Little One,” says the monk who sits beside her, “have you lost your coin?” She shakes her head. “No. I’m praying.” The monk looks behind him at the … Continue reading →

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Our Everyday Duty

Posted on August 29, 2019 by crispina kemp

Six: Five and Six reporting back, Captain. Mission complete. Captain: Off you go then, Seven and Eight. You know what to do: Lay them straight. Two (not long back from buckling shoes): Captain, sire, why must we do this every … Continue reading →

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Too Old

Posted on August 27, 2019 by crispina kemp

My hair grew grey; I dyed it purple. Yikes, my daughter spluttered, you’re too old for that. No, I’m not. I’m vintage. written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: It’s a Wharf, I Tell You

Posted on August 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Hey! Lassie?” The white-suited punter at the far end of the counter beckoned Becky over. If he intended to hit on her… But perhaps she maligned him. Looks of his face, he needed advice on after-sun care. She checked that … Continue reading →

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