Tag: Short Story
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Beating Those Ragtime Blues
Feet tap and glasses clank, tills ring and heads nod, fingers jive and necks bob, empty glasses become full and exchanged for monetary replacement, all in rhythm, out of rhythm and around the rhythm, as Esther Edith and her Ragtime Band play duelling music at differing speeds. The Six Sentence Café & Bistro, full to…
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Onto the New
The wedding has taken place today between Edith Mathew and Malcolm Bletherington. The small church was packed to the rafters with both the bride and groom’s family and friends, and the street outside was lined with hordes of well-wishers. The bride wore a simple gown, but arrived in the style only befitting a silver-screen actress…
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Reverence Ep.2.2: Out Walking
They all jostled and bounced along as they trundled through Nottingham Forest on the old dirt track which followed the stream that flowed all the way through. It wasn’t comfortable as it was in the packed carriage, without the extra burden of being elbowed and kicked by the other travellers. “Enough! Stopth’ carriage!” Gemevere shouted,…
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At the Edge of the Universe…
“The edge of our known universe…” Edith pondered as she looked out to the horizon, taking a sip of lemonade whilst taking a break from filming. Malcolm sat in the foldable chair beside her, admiring a different view. “You’re doing it again,” Edith smiled, without altering her gaze “I can feel your eyes, you know?”…
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Confetti
“Now look distant, as though you have something on your mind… an old memory that has resurfaced… or even a long-lost love… a soul mate… yes… that’s it… perfect!” The photographer clicked away with his camera; Edith sat in her chair, the painted backdrop behind giving a good impression they were outside instead of in…
The Mansionic Perspective 