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Finish the Story: Island Getaway, Part 9

Michael at Morpethroad tagged me for the latest Finish the Story prompt from Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith. Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith gave us the image above (by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay) and started us off with this: As soon … Continue reading

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CCC#35: John Brown’s Wedding

John rose early that day and dressed in his best. He left his mother in a pother and his father in a stomp. But he was of age and didn’t need their permission, and Old Betts over at Fishley Farm … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: The Word of Grandfather-God

“Your Excellency.” Padre Bartolomé bowed his head and waited, a flick of his hand to the lad behind him, Bori-Damaso. Diego Velázquez de Cuéllar looked up from the papers cluttering his makeshift desk. Padre Bartolomé took that as permission to … Continue reading

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Shrine or Tomb or Place of Translation

I’d made a mistake, I shouldn’t have enrolled on this course. I’d never wrap my head around this alien culture. “The body is then taken into the shrine,” the lecturer continued as onscreen an image appeared of what I’d swear … Continue reading

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Finish the Story: The Locomotive Part Four

Teresa’s bit: Every summer since Charlie turned six was spent on Grandpa’s Iowa farm. Charlie loved to run through the fields chasing butterflies and spent his nights laying on the cool grass, watching the fireflies and Milky Way. Life was … Continue reading

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CCC#29: Knight Vigil

Yesterday a squire, Tomorrow a knight. And for this darkness between? The wizard had told him to pray for a vision; A vision would show him what he would be. But now first light was breaking, and no vision granted. … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: Maureen Applegate’s Black Bastard

To see him stood like a sentinel beside his suitcase, a photo clutched to his chest, brought unstoppable tears to Maureen’s eyes. ‘That, my boy,’ his father had said, ‘is where we’re to live.’ ‘Now you remember,’ Maureen told him. … Continue reading

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Four Funerals and a Wedding

What a week. Four funerals attended, done nothing but rain. But come Saturday week I don’t care if the sun does hide. For then strong-limbed  young Bridget becomes my flame-headed Bride. Oops, not Rams Island, not even Northern Ireland. My … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: At Portmeirion

The elves came out of the woods, came into the open. ‘Where shall we build our new homes?’ asked the headman, Alvyn. ‘I know,’ said Damh the Bard, ‘let’s build of stone at Portmeirion.’ Written for What Pegman Saw Who’s … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: Them

I turned the corner and there she was, sat on the bench outside the inn. Alone. By the way she dressed, I thought her a man. But closer, I saw her breasts, unbound. I swept a look round, fearful a … Continue reading

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