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Working the Scales (Friday Fictioneers)

I peeked out from under an elbow, my hands still gripping the sides of my head as I uncurled myself from the floor. ‘Oops!’ She spoke from behind her fingers as she surveyed the damage, her eyes drawn upwards  to the squeak of a ceiling fan swinging to and fro. ‘Yeah, you could say that’… Continue reading Working the Scales (Friday Fictioneers)

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The Dandy Lion (Friday Fictioneers)

A short, sharp intake of breath. Then her small features all go to work. Eyes focus, brow furrows, and lips form a perfectly puckered pout through which her lungs can release their contents. Two fine full lungs let blow. Ten tiny fingers tightly clutch the stem as the seeds take flight. A swirl of life… Continue reading The Dandy Lion (Friday Fictioneers)

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Groundhog Nights (Friday Fictioneers)

Opening my charcoal eyes, I look at the familiar scene. Nothing new this time then. With night drawing in, the house emanates its cosy interior. Warm yellow light peeks out from pulled curtains, and swirls of steam pump from a boiler pipe. It’s pot luck where you’re going to pop up, and very rare to… Continue reading Groundhog Nights (Friday Fictioneers)

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Lone Rider (Friday Fictioneers)

“You riding alone?” Nicki looked along the line to the man towering over the ride attendant. “Indeed” he replied. She watched as he folded himself into the carriage, his movement like liquid. The ghoulish siren wailed and the man was carried inside. “Weird” “What?” Annie asked, beside her. “Oh nothing” More carriages departed before she and Annie… Continue reading Lone Rider (Friday Fictioneers)

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Shed Some Light (Friday Fictioneers)

“Marie, are you in here?” “Shhhh... I’m meditating. Go away.” Charming. I thought, closing the shed door and hurrying back to the warmth of the kitchen. I took a sip of her unwanted tea. Why she insisted on going out there at all hours was beyond me. “I feel more at one with nature” she’d said… Continue reading Shed Some Light (Friday Fictioneers)

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So Many Stories (Friday Fictioneers)

She had always worn an underskirt. I remember them swaying in the breeze as they hung side by side on the washing line, crisp and white. Although they were much more than that. They were my sail on far flung adventures across the sea; the flag of my enemy surrendering at last. A beautiful veil… Continue reading So Many Stories (Friday Fictioneers)

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Friday Fictioneers: Which One?

“This one, this is it” Maive pressed her cheek against the elegant pile, a sweet smile on her lips. Her hat teetered and fell to the ground, point first. “Move over, I’ve got this.” I flicked my hair behind my shoulders, wrapped my arms around the towering roll and pulled. Maive smirked at my efforts but I… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Which One?

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Playing it cold (Friday Fictioneers)

Darcy pulled her scarf up and hunched her shoulders high. She felt stupid already and it was only four minutes after nine, but she'd known all along Jack wouldn't come. She wiped the bright red lipstick from her lips, and gingerly stepped across the ice back toward the school entrance. The note could have been… Continue reading Playing it cold (Friday Fictioneers)