Tag Archives: Shorts

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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What Pegman Saw: A Score and a Half of Children

Posted on January 20, 2020 by crispina kemp

Izzy checked the address – such an English-looking cottage, with rambling roses over the porch; she knocked on the door. “Aunt Bessy?” Her voice trembled, shocked to see a woman whose iron-grey hair was crisp as a person of colour. … Continue reading →

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CCC#62: He has his life…

Posted on January 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

He was apprenticed to a tailor, learned to cut a gentleman’s suit, learned to sew it and with his stitching to effect the gentle roll and fall of his collar. He learned to shape the latest fashions, though these he’d … Continue reading →

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CCC#61: The Estimate

Posted on January 9, 2020 by crispina kemp

For the third time, Mr Davidson looked at the address he’d been given. Marine Parade. Not Marine Crescent or Drive. Marine Parade. He looked again at the items listed on the estimate: Remove rust Repair and replace defective metalwork Sealant … Continue reading →

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The Lady’s Maid

Posted on January 7, 2020 by crispina kemp

Up before the family stirs, rooms to clean, beds to turn, slops to empty, floors to wipe, rugs to lift and outside shake, grates and irons to clean, fires to lay in hearths and stoves, doors to answer, gloves to … Continue reading →

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CCC60: The Nithings

Posted on January 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

Nay, lad, now don’t you call out too loud, You’ll scare away the Nithings who live down by that drain. Aye, lad, you don’t want to scare the Nithings. But what are the Nithings? I hear you ask. Why, lad, … Continue reading →

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His Sister’s New Boyfriend

Posted on December 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Robby sat back in his sister Lisa’s armchair and watched. He didn’t much rate Lisa’s new boyfriend. A bit fly, a trumpeter. Robby had already clocked the tree. “Where’d yer get that?” “I have contacts.” Hmm. Now he was doling … Continue reading →

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The Curse

Posted on November 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

You cannot imagine how it is to live for so long not knowing why you remain young while others age, not knowing why you live while others die. Then the memory returns. It doesn’t come to you slowly, piece by … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Conquered

Posted on November 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

Upon first contact in BCE 58 the local tribes accepted Rome’s outstretched hand. By BCE 56 they had realised its reality. The Coriosolitae, Veneti, Osismi and Namnetes, the Esuvii, Lexovii, Ambiliati and Diablintes, joined with the more distant Morini and … Continue reading →

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CCC#54: Imprisoned

Posted on November 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Captured and imprisoned. Two crusts a day: one of bread, the other off cheese. The cheese is best; its mould might heal me. The bread is rye, its mould might freak me. Taken at the start of the war… In … Continue reading →

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