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The Raven
That day had been notorious. I had strolled across the tribe-island where I had glimpsed a raven perched sternly upon a birch branch. I had gazed at it but had not met its eyes. My grandma had warned...
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Vogliatemi bene (Love me, please)
Puccini’s Madame Butterfly permeated the kitchen with its melancholy, as pungent tones of Bolognese elated their senses. As they chinked flutes, sipped on Sauvignon, kissed and embraced, she closed her...
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Miranda
Miranda refused to rummage in her handbag for keys, on dark nights, at her front door. She had watched numerous horror films and knew that someone would likely creep up on you in that second that you...
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Elsie
Elsie swirled the teacup around in her crumpled, conical hands; working the tea-leaves into a symbol. She had provided readings for many people over many years; it had given them an insight into their...
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Reflections of Lady Abigail
I yearn for the pucker of youth that I once relished, I ache for the shimmering face that could arrest the eyes of others, A pursing of my lips only discloses the sunken contours of my face, A wild...
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Immortal Love
She narrates a passage from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet; and her heart simmers as he watches her lips, with his ancient eyes. ‘A tragic story, my love,’ he says, brushing his fingers over the...
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Frozen
White light dapples the snow through the trees. Winter’s breeze blows at flakes rested on branches, forcing them to chute to the ground like dancing angels. She rests on a bench; allows the winter sun...
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Life
Ernest Burroughs pulled the well-thumbed life manual close to his face. His cataract eyes failed him; so he sniffed out the written words with his white-haired nostrils. The words travelled his nasal...
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Wildfire
If you were stood here watching my eyes, you would see a reflection of what I see before me, Of smoking clouds punching at the forever seas, crashing waves to starry heights. You see, there is an...
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Prism Dreams
I long to roll down the river called Prism Dreams; to feel the night sky percolate the open pores of my skin. But I heard that the riverboat overturned last winter; had kicked all of the stars out of...
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