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Transformations

“You don’t have to be down a rabbit hole for things to transform unexpectedly in front of you,” he told those who could be bothered to listen to him as he waved his pint of beer dangerously in the air.

Posted on June 1, 2010 at 21:13 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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A question of light

Bright streaks of colour  rained down like so many tiny meteorites leaving their short-lived traces suspended in the air in front of them only to be replaced rapidly by others following different paths. She shuddered at the beauty of it. She had never seen anything so moving. And to think that she’d been expecting one of [...]

Posted on September 15, 2009 at 22:13 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Members only The room was hot and stuffy making him sweat profusely and causing his shirt to cling uncomfortably to his skin. He wiped his forehead and neck with a large white handkerchief that was none too clean and stuffed it back in his jacket pocket. Thick velvet curtains veiled the windows shutting out most [...]

Posted on September 7, 2009 at 18:17 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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An oratorio for a wreck

Sunday and an invited Orthodox choir was singing in the cliff top church: an Oratorio in memory of those lost at sea. The wind was blowing off the sea bringing with it a strong smell of salt and seaweed and the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below that mingled with the voices of [...]

Posted on September 5, 2009 at 06:24 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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By the Light

The nuts didn’t taste so good, but it was all he had left to eat. He tried to make each one last as long as possible, chewing it till it became a warm liquid that dribbled down his throat without him even having to swallow. The rain had began to fall again, a heavy downpour [...]

Posted on September 3, 2009 at 10:03 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The Jetty

The last boat had left an hour earlier, well before nightfall with its cargo of merrymakers and adventurers and would-be traders. The peals of laughter had died away as had the whispered promises of parted loved-ones. The place donned a forlorn but expectant air as the light faded and the wind rose. He surveyed the [...]

Posted on August 29, 2009 at 10:39 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The Full Moon

“Lie on your back, but keep you eyes open,” the voice said. “Good. Now steady your breathing. No don’t force it. Just relax and let your muscles work on their own.” The voice itself seemed to calm as it continued. “Concentrate on the Moon. Not just with your eyes, but also your ears, your nose, [...]

Posted on August 26, 2009 at 21:10 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The tree

He couldn’t at first pinpoint where the whispered children’s voices where coming from. But as he noiselessly neared the tree he caught sight of the two of them perched on a branch high above him, their two heads close together, deep in secret conversation. They clearly hadn’t noticed him. They must have tired of the [...]

Posted on August 25, 2009 at 16:12 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The unanswered question

She lay back on the warm grass of the high pastures and looked up at the sky afire with the setting sun. It had been a hot day. “I don’t know the answer,” she said out loud though nobody was there to hear her but her dog and the sheep. “Why would he ask me [...]

Posted on August 23, 2009 at 22:00 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The exchange

“In every picture there’s many a story,” he said as he lent forward to look more closely at the picture of the two musicians. “Take these two, for example,” he added, glancing at the young girl that sat across the table from him before turning his attention back to the picture. “They’re called Mujigka. They’re [...]

Posted on August 21, 2009 at 21:54 by Alan · Permalink · Leave a comment
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