Tag Archives: Death

I drew the shrew

First impressions are important and never more so than when a boy meets a girl.  There’s more going on below the surface than most of us are aware of. Tom was aware, at least in theory of what he referred … Continue reading

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Vending providence

Vending providence   The first time that death had come was on All Saints Eve and Cruikshank had welcomed him with a rasping cough, a rasping cough was all the salutation he could muster. Outside, winter’s advance was marked by … Continue reading

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The Habit of delusion

Brother Antoine had a mono-brow. The mono-brow demanded attention, refused to give any recognition to the other features on Antoine’s face, which were, had they been graced by any other face, crowd pleasers in their own right. To say that … Continue reading

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Dawn

Dawn How long before dawn? We have an hour or so! How long exactly? Sixty eight minutes. Sixty eight minutes. What will happen then? Will you fade as the dawn creeps in through the window and the first rays of … Continue reading

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