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Olivia

Posted on by under 2024, Nov 2024 - Witch Hunt

Her living room is modest; a faded hand-stitched rug, aging armchairs, and bare surfaces adorned by little other than books. Of the latter, there is an abundance. Stacks ten deep, crammed shelves, and an overflow surrounding the chairs like learned sentries guarding against ignorance.

Witchfinder Smith rubs his chin. Not the home of a dark-artist, he thinks. It feels more professorial than satanic. Intellectuals are banned, but they aren’t witches. Besides, intellectuals are not his concern, being in the purview of the Bureau of Acceptable Knowledge, not the Witchfinder General.

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Tomorrow and Tomorrow and the Day After

Posted on by under 2024, March 2024 - Tomorrow

The mirror in Selina’s bathroom was a focal point for her rich theatrical dreams. It was surrounded by small lights, much like a glamourous dressing room make-up mirror; it was Selina’s confessional.

Selina  loved the theatre and was a member of the town’s am-dram soc.  It attracted all the local luvvies and a fair few from towns further afield who enjoyed a strut round the green room, and huddled round pieces of gossip like barnacles on a boat. Selina, having unglamourous theatrical skills, enjoyed a rather peripheral am-dram life. She offered services such as box office duty and prompting.

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Sweet Little Lies

Posted on by under 2024, March 2024 - Tomorrow

Mother and daughter, Dilys and Martha, sat around the kitchen table. Sian and Gareth were playing in the other room. An argument broke out. Martha sighed and, calling them into the room, gently chastised them, explaining they should love each other not fight.

Dilys snorted, watching them leave the room, pinching each other out of sight of their mother. She was thinking she didn’t approve of this soft love, as Martha called it. Loving her grandchildren, she realised that times had changed but in her opinion not for the better.

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The Reading Room

Posted on by under 2019, September

She was there, again, long legs and arms draped around a radiator in the reading room of the city library.  With her long dark coat she looked like a spider curled up in the corner of the room.  I had seen her there a few times, always at the same time of day – late afternoon.  Now, it was early December.  Outside, it seemed the Xmas lights were diamonds, hanging and dancing between the trees.  Inside the library it was warm and dry and there was a strong smell of polish.

I had taken to going to the library most days as I wanted to look at travel guides, because I hoped to go away in January – on my  own, for the first time!

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