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CCC112: Mind the Puddles
Prison. What a great way to end 2020. And why? “Ms Carpory, you are charged with the irretrievable destruction of twenty cubic meters of the Universe. THIS Universe. OUR Universe.” But it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t know. No one said … Continue reading
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Forbidden
Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy. “I forbid you,” her father had said. “And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.” “No, … Continue reading
The Liminal Bird
Alice pulled the wishbone with her brother. “Hey! I get the wish.” She closed her eyes and thought really hard. But what was the point in this blighted nation? “Come on, Alice,” said her brother, “or I’ll make my wish.” “I … Continue reading
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CCC109: The Glint of Gold
“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. “You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.” “But, Dad…” His father edged … Continue reading
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CCC105: Lady Anne
“Lady, where are you wintering this year?” asked Lady Anne’s iridescent-armoured beau. “Burlingham. As usual,” she answered, a little bit haughty. “But, Lady, you know who’ll be there.” She turned a scornful look on him. “Lady, he wears black and … Continue reading
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CCC103: Annie’s House
Annie’s colleagues didn’t like her. She was stern, they said; she never smiled. Yet with me, she was fine. She invited me to dinner, after work one Friday night. “What the…!” I said when I saw where she lived. She nodded, … Continue reading
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CCC102: The Long-Shanks
“Mally!” His cousin, deep-voiced, called him. “Mally, come on, stop hiding. Me and the boys are going out on the lake.” Malcolm wanted to call in return, not to venture out there. But to alert the others was to give … Continue reading
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CCC99: The Greys. Again.
The bus trundled on through the rain, through a peopleless landscape. Where would their journey end? And who was driving this bus? Rosemary asked those passengers nearest. Had they seen? Someone called back from the front, “I caught a glimpse … Continue reading
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Behold the Beast
No prediction of the end of the world has ever come true. And there have been more than a few. Predictions of our total annihilation have been overblown. Still we are here… to witness this day. Make your peace with … Continue reading
The Wooded Hills of Bedfordshire
“Fair maid, I espy a loose thread. May I pull it… to see where it leads?” “And where might it lead?” she asked in feigned innocence. “Through wooded hills to Bedfordshire.” “Where you’ll take me?” she asked with a jostle … Continue reading