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Saturday 20 July 2013


Moving week. It was never just a day anyways, and Kyle had a lot of things to go through. He stood up, arching his back and stretching his neck. Stephanie was at a friend's house for the day, or he would have asked her to dig an elbow between his shoulder blades to release some of the tension. Only her mother had ever been able to get into that spot any better.

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Sunday 16 June 2013

Father's Day

The stairs creaked under Jonathan's feet, and a nostalgic smile spread across his face. “That stair is how your grandfather used to know I was sneaking up here.” He called the memory over his shoulder to five year old Thera, who trailed behind him with the kind of frightened excitement that these secret old places held for children.

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Saturday 1 June 2013


Leaves rustle overhead, and a stray beam of sunshine glimmers on the small stream to his right. He kneels down to scoop some of that water into a cup, and drops a purification tablet into it. He'd prefer to boil it, but this is faster, and he still has several miles to hike before he reaches the campsite he's aiming for.

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Sunday 12 May 2013

Mother's Day

Rosalee grasped the handle of the door and pulled it closed behind her. The latch caught with an audible click, not quite loud enough to drown out the music on the other side, but close. She held her breath and waited, listening for any other sound.

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Saturday 6 April 2013


Her wineglass dangled from careless fingers. Isabella tipped her head back, letting the sun warm her face while she listened to the sound of her best friends' kids rolling in the grass a few yards away. Stomach full of delicious barbeque chicken and more than a few family secret salads, she felt lethargy drawing her in under it's soft, tantalizing blanket.

And then one of the kids screamed.

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Saturday 30 March 2013

Fairy Baths

The garden waited in predawn shadows, heavy with dew and hope. A child, barefoot and silent, tiptoed out into the grass and stopped next to a golden daffodil. Her father crouched nearby, leaning in to hear her words.

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Saturday 23 March 2013

The Private Place

Birds flit overhead. Nat doesn't look up, just keeps running as fast as possible, looking for the tree. It's an old tree, and by rights it probably should be dead. A space between two roots on the back side of the trunk allows entrance to the rotted out core. Claw marks score the ground that falls away under it, showing the work done by the animals who have used this place as a home in years and decades past.

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Friday 8 March 2013

After the Water Rises

Mother tells me it was our fault; humans caused the great flood. She tells me we are descended from lucky people. The sky dragons were watching over her and her parents and my other ancestors that day when the water fell from the sky in buckets, so strong it melted the snow at the ends of the earth and covered the rest of the world.

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Tuesday 5 February 2013


She stood on the balcony of her apartment and looked out over the city. Lights glittered below her like so many promises, pretty words that may or may not mean anything. Her fingers twitched, longing for a cigarette that she didn't have because she'd made that promise to herself. Instead, she pulled pins from her hair, letting it fall down her back.

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Thursday 17 January 2013

The Strong Ones

They're gone from the world now. The Strong Ones. The ones who served a god who did not judge, but simply offered love. Not the love of a mother, with it's skittery panic and guilty disappointment, but the love of a dear old friend who has been in the world, felt both its beauty and its pain, and knows that no one is to blame.

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