Category Archives: Mostly Micro

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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CCC40: First Time I Came

Posted on August 15, 2019 by crispina kemp

First time by this way I came, I waded through a streamlet deep Second time by here I trudged through mud, residual of the water seep Third time the ground was dry; I wondered why. 35 words. Written for Crimson’s … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Taffy’s Homebrew

Posted on August 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

She’d told Jeff she didn’t want Taffy’s homebrew beer. And he’d answered, “You wanted to come with us, be one of the fellas, so you’ll drink that beer.” Fine. Except Jeff and his mates were used to Taffy’s homebrew, and … Continue reading →

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