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Fictional Fingertip Tapping Tales…

Cocoon of Corridors

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Dark’s fingers creep like ghosts that linger. They envelop the skin, infiltrate the bloodstream, to smother the last embers of the soul’s flame. Here, doors open but it’s impossible to peek inside or find the courage to visualize beyond their darkness.

Yet, it’s curiously comforting. This cocoon of corridors Continue reading “Cocoon of Corridors”

Let The Cliches Rain

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‘Not talking about condoms.’

‘Recruitment companies?’

‘I said umbrella. You know, the portable shade structure created a thousand of years ago, used only by the ancient Egyptian aristocrats. Obviously, waterproofing and storm strength wasn’t needed in the land of sand with this piece of — ’

‘Are you having an umbrella moment?’ Continue reading “Let The Cliches Rain”

Two Weeks & Three Days…

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The boy’s small shoes dragged their knotted laces through puddles as he headed for the back door. He tugged at the few buttons left on his shirt where its seams stretched at the shoulders. Licked his swollen lip. Brushed fingers through sweaty hair. Then feathered fingertips over another black eye, and trudged into the kitchen.

“How long now, Grandma?” he called out. Continue reading “Two Weeks & Three Days…”

’tis the silly season…

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Most of my readers are running from snow – while we’ve been kicking up sand… Continue reading “’tis the silly season…”

Boundaries Pushed

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‘Don’t. You. Dare.’

Continue reading “Boundaries Pushed”

Outback Despatch

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Swept across a sapphire skyline, the small plane floated like a speck of dust. Amidst rising heat waves, it magnetised towards the red dirt runway. Parked beside a tin shed where a work-ute reversed alongside the aeroplane’s underbelly. Cargo unloaded. Doors slammed. And the pilot was now Continue reading “Outback Despatch”

Silenced Surround Sounds

 

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They didn’t smell the pungent regurgitated mashed food that battled against clouds of floral perfumes and spicy aftershaves. They didn’t hear the loudspeaker promoting the latest motivational activity or the surrounding shouts accompanied by scraping chairs and falling cutlery. All they saw Continue reading “Silenced Surround Sounds”

A Floral Front

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He sniffed, wiped his nose on the cuff of his gloved hands that held the sharp snips he used to trim the stem on the thornless white rose. “Please feel free to browse.” His red eyes wandered over the slim build of the bottle blonde, turning her nose at his art. “Can’t find anything to suit?”

“I want different.” She popped her littlest fingernail into her mouth and teethed on its edge like a termite on timber.

“Of course, you do.” We all do. He sniffed, wiped beads of perspiration from his brow, and eyed the clock’s countdown.

“So, any tips?” Continue reading “A Floral Front”

Closed Gate

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              It used to be… Continue reading “Closed Gate”

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