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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


Get yourself a smart friend.

3 Aug

Time slowed….then stopped. No breath, no flicker of movement.

Here was his nemesis, close enough to touch. There was no emotion in Simmo’s eyes, but Nick couldn’t look away.

“Read through your entire paper before you begin” said the supervisor, “there will be no social interaction during the English exam. If you have a question direct it to me”. She leaned against the desk at the front of the room and eyed her phone, “Time starts…now people”.

Would Simmo beat him again? He turned to his paper and the clock resumed ticking. Best mates and dual-duxes forever.

Take a step back.

20 Jul

Damn…he’d done it again.

He tried giving the problem his whole attention, going over it again and again until he was dizzy. His situation was getting worse, if anything. He felt immobilised, frozen.

Where did he go wrong? How did he get here? If he could go back and start again…what would he do differently?

Try Tinder.

18 Jul

“Stillness, please“, said the Master, and tapped his palette.

“Forgive me”.

“You are Eve of all Eves, Virgin of all Virgins. Show me a pure countenance” he said, “and pray do not look so wanton”.

How could she sit quietly? She was tormented. What would he feel when he saw her? Would he love her…and yearn for her hand? It would be a long year but she would be patient.


Keep trying.

17 Jul

Getting rear lift was no trouble at all, but front and rear at the same time was hard. She knew she had all night, but the moon was high and she still wasn’t off the ground. Sometimes she thought she was juuuuuust about there….but no, she was on the grass again.

So far, she was a Faerie Failure.

Learn how to wait.

9 Jul

She learned a few things at that school…but mainly she learned  how to wait. Wait to get out, wait to go to art school, wait to wear what she wanted. She learned if something was worth waiting for she could wait. She also learned not to tell anyone what she was waiting for.

After that she learned how to work. Work and wait.

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Hit the piste.

2 Jul