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Pick a a team leader.

26 Sep

“I COMMAND YOU, DO NOT MOVE”.

The Great Kevin, Emperor of of Everything and Wizard of Spells, drew himself to his considerable height. His voice was quite loud, if a little high-pitched.

The hall was silent…then someone coughed. “Your Importance, I beg your attention. We must all move. Without movement there is no change, and without change there is no progress.”

“VERY WELL THEN YOU MAY MOVE, BUT NOT TOO MUCH”.

Do an honest day’s work.

10 Sep

This was it, the bare-knuckle fight of the century. After it was done, he would go home and take a bath while his mum cooked him a hot tea. Fight the good fight, Gypsy Joe.

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Meet your neighbours.

5 Sep

New people were moving into apartment 27. He’d seen it all before…the truck, the boxes, pet carriers, indoor plants. Ahh, good, there were kids. Two of them. A boy (thank God) and a girl who could be useful.

The Great Vincenti, renowned in magic circles across the globe, may have found a new student.  A Sorcerer’s Apprentice to his dark arts.

The girl would no doubt prefer the spangles and shallow allure of the Assistant role.





Grab the brass ring.

2 Sep

He placed the heavy crown upon his wither’d head. A faint, shrill cry burst from his own throat like a newborn child.

Could there be a greater pleasure? No better day has passed on God’s Earth than this one. This day would end, but yet another one just like it would dawn, and another dawn again.

Ahhh, Blessed Royal! A Kingdom he once craved and a Kingdom he now holds.




Enjoy your flight.

24 Aug

Flying felt much like swimming naked. The same cool rush through her bare legs, the same surge upwards with every kick. If she kept kicking, what would she find above her?

Her wings (her wings!) moved effortlessly in rhythm with her breathing. An exhilarating, sweet song swelled in her head, or was it outside?

She made a mental note to ask for Propofol for her next general anaesthetic.

 

Take a vacation.

20 Aug

Man it was good.

He hadn’t read his messages for days.  He had a routine…a run on the beach every morning, pilates on the beach in the afternoon. He was reading fiction again, sleeping… hell sometimes he did nothing at all.

“You look wonderful”,  his wife remarked over breakfast. “We should stay here a little longer.”

Yeah… we should, he thought, but he’d still like to find out what was going on in the world.

 


Surrender.

18 Aug

He looked at her as she had longed to be looked upon.

Take me” her heart sang, “drink me in deep draughts.

No breath, no movement between them, other than a shift somewhere inside her.

“Always.” His ancient fragrance whispered of cloves and dust.

Now tilting his head ever so slightly… first to one side then the other. Warmth suffused her and she closed her eyes.

 


Know when to let go.

16 Aug

“Let GO!” she whispered, even as she gripped harder. The window sill cut into her arms. Heat tore at her back.

YOU let go” Mary’s hands clamped vice-like, “Come with me”.

Her hair started to smoke and her hands began to sweat.


Go to the Espy.

15 Aug

The Espy was here, the music was here, he was here….but SHIT it felt different. Jesus. Where was Ross? Neil? The chick behind the bar he liked? The punter next to him smelled like soap, for fuck’s sake.

The band wasn’t too bad though. Everyone around him was taller…no joke, so he couldn’t see as well as he used to. Christ maybe he was shrinking. Ha ha.

Boom! There was Neil after all. Pissed as a fart as usual.

OY, GAZ mate“, slap hands. Neil smelled like roll-yer-owns, bless him.

“Didn’t know you was out. Wanna go for a smoke?”

“Yeahmate”, Gaz led the way out. The carpet was still sticky under his boots. All good.



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Get comfy.

13 Aug