Tag: Flash Fiction
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6 Nov A Six: A Veil of Single Malt Whisky
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintA Six Sentence Story: Part 36 Under a Veil of Single Malt Whisky Pierre’s getting right up my nose lately; he and the scent of linseed oil are wedged in my sinuses … (it’s like pine trees damp with rain; it’s a scent you never…
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31 Oct: A Six – A Recipe for Conversation
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 35b (513 words & 3 mins reading time) A Recipe for Conversation Time: 22.29, The syncopated rhythm of his walking stick heralds Nick’s arrival; Arpege’s door opens … (I smile without explaining that punctuality is a near obsession with me) ……
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28 Oct: A Six – P34, Channelling Agency
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 34 Channelling Agency Pierre wants more black paint (he’s in his “Black Period, his Pinturas Negras,) and says he’s channelling Francisco Goya by recreating the “Witches’ Sabbath” on the walls of his bedroom – grey pithless sun-down hills spawning menace and…
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22 October: Six Sentence Trifecta
When Ink Stops, the Pen Goes Dry October is pouring itself away. Rain sharp as swords that utter their own words, and then reel out of the gutters icy-loud … (leaf mould blocking the downspouts again). I buried another pigeon, the second in a week – it died, wrapped in a towel while I held…
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16 Oct: A Six – Nature of Things
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: 1964: The Nature of Things: Part 32.3 1964 Stromstad: The Summer of Wolfsbane … and I’m afraid of the Jabberwocky because nobody can tell me what it is, and also Wolfsbane because it makes your brain think you’re flying, and Grandmother fingers…
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16 Oct: A Six – Part: 33
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 33 Danse de Caractère On the rim of morning as sunrise panelbeats stars into the sky … Brigid dances. Her silhouette fades in and out of the moonlight, slips between winter bare trees, a tour en l’air as she leaps over…
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9 Oct: A Six – What the Blind See
What the Blind See She is swept by wind and blind as snow, and she sits on a bench that overlooks the sea on Beachy Head. Hers is a salt-soaked throne facing the horizon and its sun-prism sky, and she stares, steady as a pointing stick, looking beyond what I see and shall not see,…
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4 October: A Six – A Conversation with a Crow
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.2 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 2 July 1964: A Conversation with a Crow If I, having only seen your coal-black wings that scoop out great portions of sky (I say to the crow, Cerberus) who would guess you are…
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2 October: A Six – Part: 32.1, The Nature of Things
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.1 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 1 Cerberus There’s a crow in the oak – it’s watching the line where the battle broke. “I don’t know, Grandmother,” I’m in tears; the silent sort that claws, and she turns her back…
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27 Sept: A Six – A Trifecta: Pierre’s Chair
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 31 Pierre’s Chair Almost midnight: We walked to the Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro, rain bristling and wind hurting my ears – it rains at an angle, heedless of Pierre’s complaints, “… why did I bother to style my hair or…
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