Tag Archives: Mostly Micro

When the Path Peters Out

Posted on June 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

“We’re lost,” Gretchen said with a hopeless groan. “Stupid, of course, we’re not lost. We haven’t turned off the path. Give us the map.” Hans snatched it from her. “See. There. The path continues.” “Into nettles and brambles, we can’t … Continue reading →

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This Must Be the Place

Posted on May 11, 2020 by crispina kemp

Neve did a last-minute check of all things electrical. Then Rat came behind her and powered the computer. She half-heartedly scowled at him. He accessed iTunes and scrolled and selected – oh what a surprise – Talking Heads, This Must … Continue reading →

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CCC78: The Only One in Town

Posted on May 7, 2020 by crispina kemp

“Now my dear, don’t you move, don’t you fear, I’ll see off these photographers here.” “Huh, and I suppose you reckon yourself the only big horn in town?”

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In High Traffic Season

Posted on April 20, 2020 by crispina kemp

Obsolete concrete hacked from the pavement Ear-muffled crew pneumatic hammering Why must they leave it till high-traffic season? Can anyone tell me the reason? 24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Obsolete

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They’re Gonna Put Me In The Movies

Posted on March 30, 2020 by crispina kemp

They’re gonna put me in the movies They’re gonna make a big star out of me Nope. I got a film industry job, but it wasn’t as an actor. I got the job of Continuity. 35 words written for Sammi’s … 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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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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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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The Annual Finals

Posted on July 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Kezlia hadn’t been a performer but a behind-the-scenes organiser. Until someone slapped the mic in her hand. Now she took a deep breath… they weren’t there to see her. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Amateur Finals of the … Continue reading →

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The Black Art of Pancake Threading

Posted on July 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’ ‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers. ‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, … Continue reading →

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