Category: At an Intersection
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23 June: The Book of 27 Liturgy
11 of 27: Drowndusk Liturgy Love Buried Beneath Duty I. The VowDrowndusk does not begin at the altar—it begins at the sink,where two pairs of handswash the same dishand never brush,where “I do” turns slowlyinto “I will.”“I must.” The chains are forged of good intentions,each link a promise:to stay, to care, sacrifice—until the metal grows…
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17 June: A Six Sentence Story
10 of 27 — The Truth Told Too Late She remembers the lime-green hydrangea wallpaper, metallic flecks catching the light like something that failed to be beautiful, and the mirror above the sink—it’s too high for her body, but just right for her face. Felreil sits on the bottom step, still as guilt, watching the…
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12 June: A Six Sentence Story
Hog Trough Confessional I’ve returned to Hog Trough Lane with a secret rewoven from old strands. To hurt is to steal, I said to the boy who once showed me his father’s hog knives glinting in the hayloft —the barn smelled of slop and honeysuckle, and the hogs were grunting hymns as they rooted through…
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10 June: A Six Sentence Story
To Hurt is to Steal The clinic lights hum —guilty, guilty as saints in hiding. The nurse peels back the bandage …to heal is to steal, you whisper it—not to her, but to the wound’s ruby grin, a slow eclipse hoarding your flesh like a miser of moonlight strands. Outside, crows heckle the parking lot, tallying…
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2 June: A Six – The Book of 27
Intro: Some echoes aren’t loud. They linger. This is one of them. 9 or 27 Echobane – (A vow that outlived you) She opens the window, and the wind hops in like a memory—bold, uninvited, wearing his voice like a borrowed coat: I cherish you, it says, like it never once meant I’ll leave you. Felreil stands…
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8.04: A Six of Ordinary Apocalypses
The Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses (A Six Sentence Story) The Old Woman with No Cat Finds The Aleph The old woman with no cathaunts the edge of myth with a crow that’s black as an obsidianpsalm. “Look closer,” rasps the crow,“your spade’s a universe,a cellar of light—your spadeisaxis mundi.” She digs, and a worm curls—not…
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7.04: A Six – The Epilogue
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 27 Epilogue: The Well of the World’s End Here in the Glen of Weeping near Loch Lomond lies a vein in the land’s skin—here I stand beside the ancient Well of the World’s End, the portal to the Otherworld—Tobar Ceann an…
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2.04: Six Trifecta – The Last Day
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: The Final Day (Part 3) The Isle of Skye: To Write an Ending The sun frets Loch Harport with gold so flaked and sharp that I hold my breath just to see—this is Carbost, the Isle of Skye, and Talisker Distillery; we’re here…
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2.04: Six Trifecta- The Last Days
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 16 (Part 2) Stitched Together I watch the sun rise in the rearview mirror, and there it is: Fàilte gu Alba—Welcome to Scotland—it’s not intent; it’s a thick-soled boot stomping, Here ends England, and I nudge Nick awake, “We’re in Scotland—four or so…
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1.04: Six Trifecta: The Last Days
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 15 Part 1 – Lake Windermere: It Starts Without a Plan It begins, as many days do, without a plan—the sun rising behind the steep, sloping hills in a shade of green too lush for naming—and I stand on the dock,…
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