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(Flash Fiction) New Years Day

This morning you will awake. Still covered in the folds of your un-making you may be blinded at first. The chrysalis must be shaken off, and the world seen afresh. You are reborn. In the hours preceding this moment you … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Eighteen

He returns later, about an hour later, to do the session. He apologises for his forgetfulness as though he has left his lover waiting. Perhaps he thinks he has, but it is crueller still to have given that brief time … 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 Flavour of Spite – Fourteen

I am delighted with our progress. Things go more smoothly and quickly than I had anticipated. Aunt Imogen had always said that it took easier with children, so perhaps there is something childlike in my dear Violet, for she is … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Thirteen

As more time passes, she is more resolute in her decision to see this as a challenge, like a boot camp for her mind, even though during this same extension of time the sessions make this increasingly hard to do.  … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Ten

The yellow brick road is too bright too bright. The sky has a strange, doubled yellow glow, hurting the eyes. The rainbow is there, like she thought she heard someone say, and that’s calmer to look at. If she could … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Three

      I had the nightmare again. I woke shaking around 3am, the witching hour, the hour when most people suicide, according to some article I read many years before. It is the hour when the temperature is coldest, … Continue reading

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