Category Archives: Mostly Micro

An Apprentice Ship

Posted on July 22, 2018 by crispina kemp

So I left the house at quarter-to-eight, turned right into the row (that’s a very narrow lane to you, speciality of Gt Yarmouth), to meet up with my daughter who was waiting for me on the farside of the river … Continue reading →

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It All Began

Posted on July 15, 2018 by crispina kemp

“It all began when Jan met Ned.” No. Wrong. Wrong? Everything that ever had happened in Jan’s life led to that moment. Ditto for Ned. Fine. “It all began when Jan was born, three years to the day after Ned.” … Continue reading →

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Unsuited, the Suitors of Old Shore House

Posted on May 30, 2018 by crispina kemp

Sifadis Lafdi shooed her seleman away. She had no need of a sedan-chair; she was a woman, not an invalid. And the past week had been dry, and the day was fine. It was less than ten steps across the … Continue reading →

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Regin, Rat and Raesan

Posted on May 20, 2018 by crispina kemp

An excerpt from Regin-yorl posted May 2013 (‘Neve‘, an Asaric Tale) Again, Raesan’s memories spooled into Neve’s head, again of Eldsland and of Regin-Yorl’s hall. He showed her Gudrum. Startling blue eyes and an ankle-length coat—red-brown leather, similar to the coat she had glimpsed … Continue reading →

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The Girl with Autumn-Red Hair

Posted on May 13, 2018 by crispina kemp

Or Miss Perceive, a Story in Three Acts (i) “Stop!” he called. “What?” she asked though she carried on walking. “Stop. Please. Right there.” “Do what?” she asked. “That’s it, love. Great.” “Excuse me?” “I just had to take a photo … Continue reading →

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Slipping, Slipping. Dead

Posted on April 22, 2018 by crispina kemp

John’s girlfriend dumps him. Gutted, he wants to die. Going homing on his motorbike with rain on the road on a hot summer’s night, he weaves in and out of the long run of traffic. A car coming towards him, … Continue reading →

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Angel in the Park

Posted on January 27, 2018 by crispina kemp

A short story first posted November 2012, dusted, polished and presented anew. Friday, and I flew through the door, excitement bubbling, impatient to tell Bill what had happened. I dropped my jacket on the floor, dropped my butt on the … Continue reading →

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