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They Called Her Didz

Her family called her Didz, and only her family knew why. She had strange memories, memories that didn’t tally with anyone else. She’d say, You remember that time when… And her family would sadly shake their heads. Folks thought her a … Continue reading

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CCC259: The Treasure Hunt

Are you sure this is the place? What does the poem say? ‘Beside a river yawning.’ And? This is the River Yare. Yare, yawn, close. I suppose. ‘Beneath a cover dawning.’ What’s that supposed to mean? Open to the sky? … Continue reading

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The Eagle and the Crow

“That’s it, I’ve had enough,” said the crow. “But you’ve barely begun,” the eagle screeched. “How many fields have you stripped?” “I’ve stripped my share. I’m not as young as I seem.” “You’re not old. Were you here before those … Continue reading

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CCC257: The Tides of Time

When Eadgyth returned from her pilgrimage to Jerusalem one memory of that land stood out the loudest. The huge, stone-built castles. She tried to describe them to her brother and sisters. But they had never seen and couldn’t envision them. … Continue reading

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CCC255: All’s Fair

But Gerald, I don’t understand what’s wrong with the new garden seating. Just…just…just LOOK at them! I thought you’d like them. You’ve always said how much your enjoy the fairground rides.

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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

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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

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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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