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Animation – Ten

It became an experiment for me. I had never been much of a conventional, bookish scientist at school – the tables of chemical compounds and values had seemed like another language, wholly inexplicable to me, and cutting up frogs was … Continue reading

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Animation – Seven

I am watching him talking with a friend. They have met at the doorway to his favourite café – now mine (I even go later in the day and sit at the same table, the same seat and drink coffee … Continue reading

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Animation – Five

I watch him from my balcony and wish for some suitable epigram, some wondrous words, to sum him up. I would be the Oscar to his Bosey, but without history’s ignominious end. It seems fitting. The art world is not … Continue reading

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Animation – Four

I first saw him over four months ago, a full month before I would understand what I had begun. I live in a comfortable, almost sprawling apartment. There is a cosmopolitan piazza below. Every morning at 9.30 I light a … Continue reading

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The Hanged Girl – Eighteen

Lisa took the day off from the bookstore, claiming a migraine and getting the casual staff member Bruce to watch over the business for her in her absence. But in truth it was not a migraine that kept her away … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Sixteen

  Dear Violet asked me for a journal to write in, and some loose leaves of paper for poems and drawings. It seemed she has a creative spirit beyond just her culinary skill and I was happy to oblige. A … Continue reading

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Flavour of Spite – Fifteen

And you just standing on the stair Your finger raised soft to your lips Showed full to me my true despair No murmur of my terror slips I’m silenced by your fingertips She has too much time on her hands. … Continue reading

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The Hanged Girl – Fourteen

A dismal, slow business day at the bookstore was beginning to make Lisa fight off sleep at the store’s counter. She’d not been sleeping well of late. She was still plagued with strange, disturbing dreams, and Susan’s hyperbolic stories of … Continue reading

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