Pathways

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Cereal or toast?  It isn’t such a difficult decision is it really?  But my brain is still fogged from the night before and right at this point in time making my mind up whether I want to hang on the cupboard door or hold it open is about as much I can handle this early on in the day.  After swaying for a minute I settle for draping my arm over the food stained door and groping around with my free hand scattering fossilized Shreddies and Cheerios that have lain undisturbed on the sticky shelves for months…

Bullet

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Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, Arturo Delgado stumbled through the darkening streets as freezing rain fell like liquefied diamonds spilt from a black velvet sky.  Various shades of neon light bled into quivering puddles, their garish vibrancy reflected starkly until scattered by some errant foot…

The Trench

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There was a considerable swell rocking the boat –  a parting gift from hurricane Eve.  The experts had named it so, because according to their readouts Eve was a category five and had looked like being the mother of all storms.  Thankfully though, Eve had not lived up to their pessimism and had passed over with wind speeds peaking at two hundred and thirty eight kilometres per hour which was more in keeping with a category four.  That unfortunately was still more than enough to bury the area that we had been surveying for the last five weeks in a heavy layer of silt…

The Space Janitor

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Moving through the corridors the janitor went, cleaning up the odd spill here and gathering up a stray piece of garbage there.  It was a lonely existence since his two fellow workers Now and Then had been sent to work over in Elsewhere but it gave him a sense of purpose in his old age.  He did his job well – always had done in fact.  Few aberrations or blooms got past him for very long…

Snowflakes

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Is it true, that I have dared? To think differently than you? I guess it must seem strange, That I have broken that taboo. I’ve pulled the tangled threads, Of the questions in my mind. And cut the cords of bondage, So your lies no longer blind. Your authority is empty, A dark contagious plague.… Continue reading Snowflakes

Review of ‘Mary and Elizabeth’ by Emily Purdy

                           The front cover of the book carries the words;                                                               “Two sisters.                                                               United by blood,                                                               Divided by the crown.”   These three sentences form the basis of a bitter sweet story that could easily have been just another rehash of Queen Elizabeth the First’s ascension to the throne.  After all there have been a great many… Continue reading Review of ‘Mary and Elizabeth’ by Emily Purdy