Category: Flash Fiction
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26 Sept: A Six – Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 29 Last week: An Equal Division of Light and Dark Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed Pierre stands at an easel and paints; he creates his world; depth and distance washed with purples; water colour blotches that run, and clouds thieving white from…
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17 Sept: A Six – An Equal Division of Light and Dark
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 28, An Equal Division of Light and Dark last week‘s post An Equal Division of Light and Dark Pierre comes home next week … but to what, to our intricate web, spun soft, occasionally smooth, heavy as Dido’s sword. It’s just…
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10 Sept: A Six – Part: 27 June’s Strawberry Moon
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: 1965: The Night of June’s Strawberry Moon 1965: The Night of June’s Strawberry Moon And I say, ” …hours before, the sky was a fruity blush colour, but now in this fading light the full Strawberry Moon hangs low and lonely, shiny…
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4 Sept: A Six – Part: 26 Navigating a Debris Field
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 26 Navigating a Debris Field last week: Pierre will have to stay here with us; we will clear out the storage room for him,” I say, and Hanzō nods silence; it is the heart of a noble relic that agrees. Navigating…
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30 August: A Six – Part: 25.1 Keep Yourself to Yourself
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 25.1 Keep Yourself To Yourself, Girl Hi, my name is Brigid, and this is my Show and Tell. I’m named after St Brigid of Kildare, the patroness (that’s like a saint) of Ireland, the goddess of spring and fertility and life…
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30 August: A Six – Part: 25 Out of Bedlam
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 25: Out of Bedlam earlier this week: … and silently walk out the door, deafening myself to their words chasing after me. A letter from Bethlem Royal Hospital arrived 3 days ago; it’s still unopened, and out of frustration, Hanzō picks…
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28 August: A Six – Part 24 Walking the Deep Greys
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 24 Walking the Deep Greys last week: Hanzō is bowing deeply before him … and Pierre asks, “Who are you?” “He’s Hanzō, he’s a relic, he’s Drake’s,” my answer is faintly audible, and Pierre’s eyes are hollowed by the weariness of…
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24 August: Grassroots
Grassroots Oliver dreamed of lacing up his boots and running onto the turf at his local football stadium, but the Fates had other plans. By age 5, it was clear that one leg was slightly longer than the other, and his uneven gait made it difficult to keep pace with other children. As he grew…
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21 August: Part: 23 A Mad Horse Amongst Swords
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 23 A Made Horse Amongst Swords Last Week … but Pierre knows, we are like mycorrhizae; we are all connected. Dr Crowthorne is a silhouette in the open doorway of room B4, sunlight flooding in from the windows behind him, and…
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14 August: A Six – Part: 22, Mycorrhizae
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 22 “Mycorrhizae” Last week: “Yes, I am hungry,” his eyes laugh, but his expression is dialed-to-neutral. “You seek advice, Brigid, which I cannot offer until your thirst is deep enough; advice must be cool water to a dry throat,” and I look…
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