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Watch Out Behind You!

Posted on December 8, 2017 by Helen

Watch out behind you! Little missy always with your head in a book. That’s what your parents always said, isn’t it? Take a moment to see the world around you. All the drama is out there, and some of it … Continue reading →

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Headache

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Helen

One the third day of the headache he was beyond control. He’d had migraines all his life, and he knew what to do about them. He knew what days medication would work, and what ones he’d just have to lie … Continue reading →

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The Other Half

Posted on November 3, 2017 by Helen

She always said she had another half. ‘The other half’ she called it. I thought it was an excuse or a conceit. Anything she did as a child that she shouldn’t do, she’d blame on the other half. As her … Continue reading →

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The Doll

Posted on October 27, 2017 by Helen

Lucy loved her little harlequin doll. Her grandmother gave her the doll on her fifth birthday, telling her it was an heirloom and very precious and she was finally old enough to take proper care of it. Lucy solemnly took … Continue reading →

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Writing

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Helen

Writing to order these days, he thought. Last week it was comedy, this week horror. Dialling it in. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his spark. When was that? The endless revisions to fit varying tastes? The dumbing down of … Continue reading →

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Meticulous

Posted on October 6, 2017 by Helen

I may be a murderer, but I am meticulous. We all have our callings, and this – the slicing and dicing and curing of human meat – is mine. I make it an art work, a vocation. I am careful … Continue reading →

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If You Knew

Posted on September 29, 2017 by Helen

If you knew what I knew, she told me, you’d drink too. We found her in an alleyway, down near most of the other homeless. In that she would have been unremarkable, just another drunk, begging for money by day … Continue reading →

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Frankie

Posted on September 1, 2017 by Helen

All Frankie ever wanted to be was a clown. My theory is he was a repressed child, and so he didn’t enjoy those younger years and was always trying to get back to them. Being a clown gave him a … Continue reading →

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Crow Man

Posted on August 24, 2017 by Helen

The Crow Man came to the village in the spring. While flowers gently, shyly bloomed and the air took on the warmer promise of summer, he brought a different, incongruent chill. Freshly grown grass would wither with his footfall, and … Continue reading →

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Out of the Mist

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Helen

They came out of the mist when they came. Technically, the mist came first. The first mystery, the mist. falling on our little town one morning, one bright, bright summer morning when mist is incongruous and just should not be. … Continue reading →

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