Category: At Intersection of Odd Numbered
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11.11: At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
A Way In The door had always been red — not bright, not cherry, but the dull rust of dried blood and arm-folded resolve. Brigid pressed her palm against it, feeling the wood grain beneath the scabs of paint, crusty layers that reminded her of scraped knees, sun-hot pavement, blood blooming through grit … and…
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At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
From The Intersection of Odd Numbers Both Questions and Answers The dustof long absence stirs windows unsealed the old airescapesso the newladen with garlic and rain-damp streets might enter. Letfamiliar tunesbe hummedeven ifthe words areforgotten. Letthe crowprotest and the floorboardsgleamunderthe slowpromiseof a mop. For a personstands at the door apronstained…
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3.11: At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
At the Intersection of Odd Numbers: A New Beginning (Parts 1 & 2) Brigid’s back in the city, mop in hand, crow in tow, and at the intersection of odd numbers, the door to something new just creaked open. (A Six Sentence Story — Prompt: “cross”) A Mop and Bucket (Part 1) Brigid coaxes the…
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