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Category Archives: Mostly Micro
Exhibits At An Exhibition
“Stirling!” he said. I said, “What? You can’t be serious. But that is crap.” “Au contraire, my currant bun,” he said. “That reaches the highest pinnacle of artistic expression.” I looked again at the exhibit, corralled as it was within … Continue reading
CCC251: Crispin’s New Job
Crispin was delighted with his new job. A chance to expand and experiment with his creativity. But now on his second day the boss has called him into his office. “Crispin,” he says, “I fear you haven’t quite grasped the … Continue reading
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CCC248: Thor and the Frost Giants
Ståle hurried his wife and children. They had to seek safety, the storm was approaching. Coming closer. Closer. Growing louder. Louder. Crash. Thump. Clash. Colliding. Rumbles and grumbles. It was Thor, to be sure, stomping across the land, his chariot … Continue reading
The Stolen Sun’s Chariot
I don’t often discuss my writing projects but this one’s only just begun. There are two brothers, gods, one is all high and mighty and full of light, while the other hides in dark places, like beneath tree roots and … Continue reading
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CCC247: I Cannot See
Strange to see a willowy woman amongst the ruins And dressed in what looks like wedding-wear A photo shoot maybe? Ah, now a young man appears Not for a wedding dressed Perhaps it’s his Sunday Best? And a priest…is that … Continue reading
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Mildred Names Her Animals
Every creature, great or small, pet or wild, Mildred named according to what she deemed their characteristic. Her cat was Scratchy from back in the day when she was a kitten. The neighbour’s dog was Debacle (go figure it). The … Continue reading
Since Doris Retired
Tired Doris slumped down on the sofa Coat still worn Shoes kicked off Tired Too tired even to yawn Yet she yawned the same Tired And she’d still the supper to cook Had she no microwave meals? She was too … Continue reading
The Widow
No number of catastrophes that day could shake her composure. The church spire groaned, creaked, grated and fell, medieval masonry tumbling all around – she stood her ground. The water pipe feeding the outside standpipe – for the bereaved to … Continue reading
CCC233: Thumbs Up
To the rest of the village it looked like a lost and found glove. But to Bertie it was the all-clear signal from Elsie. Her parents were away!
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Wrecked on MY Pay-Check
He drank too much – was always drunk, stumbling and pissing on the neighbour’s doorstep. He frequented those kinds of nightspots, feasting his eyes – and who knows what more – on those erotic dancers. He had what he called … Continue reading