Tag Archives: Short story

Henry’s First Christmas

Posted on December 24, 2022 by crispina kemp

A short story for Christmas, first published in 2014. Enjoy At the subtle slip of the key in the lock I whizzed around, clearing the evidence of today’s activities. Henry opened the door from vestibule to living room; I opened … Continue reading →

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CCC59: St Stephen’s Ladder

Posted on December 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

Stephen stomped down the stairs. It was that day again. The day after Christmas. The day his extended family, replete with their over-gorged distended bellies, descended upon his parents’ place. Look at them, pigged out and vegged out, and expecting … Continue reading →

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CCC#58: A Strange Land

Posted on December 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

Sedge ran his finger across the shiny surface. Strange, despite it was wet, it wasn’t cold. He knuckle-rapped it. And neither had it the sound of ice. Yet there was his wren-stone visible within it, and someone’s lost arrowheads. He … Continue reading →

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The Tasmanian Devil

Posted on December 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

It wasn’t a massive boat. But neither was it small. A trimaran… claimed safe in all waters. And by the looks of the clouds that now amassed on the horizon, that claim was about to be tested. Me, wimp, wanted … Continue reading →

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CCC#57: Proper Milk

Posted on December 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Jim, pull over,” Joyce shouted as if Jim was away in a field and not at the wheel beside her. Jim ignored her and drove on. “Turn around, turn around,” she demanded, grown aggressively agitated. Jim sighed. “I’ll turn if … Continue reading →

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Raised Against Us

Posted on December 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

We numbered only a third of when we started; the journey had eaten us, taken our strength, yet strengthened our purpose. As we crested the hill, we saw our destination. A planned town, built in cruciform, four gates opening to … Continue reading →

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A Golden Opportunity

Posted on September 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

Just as the previous contract was about to end, I saw a position advertised at the local museum. Here, in Wessex. Okay, so it wasn’t paying much but that was expected; a small museum, a pimple compared with the V&A. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: The Merlion

Posted on September 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

The winds howled. Fierce lightning flashed through the sky. In their fright, the moon and stars hid behind the inky clouds. The waves crashed higher, higher. The fisher-folk of Temasek, terrified, prayed harder, harder. And from the southern waters rose … Continue reading →

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Hello Hello

Posted on September 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Ello, what’s this then?” “A hiker found them this morning, Sarge.” “Missing persons?” “One, Sarge. Angela Betts. Aged twenty-two. Blonde. Petite.’ The sergeant turned to look at the jackets strung from the gate. And nodded. “The inspector been told?” “Not … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Taffy’s Homebrew

Posted on August 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

She’d told Jeff she didn’t want Taffy’s homebrew beer. And he’d answered, “You wanted to come with us, be one of the fellas, so you’ll drink that beer.” Fine. Except Jeff and his mates were used to Taffy’s homebrew, and … Continue reading →

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