Mythology

Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…

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29th November

Misty start to the day. Like being inside cotton wool. Or passing through low cloud. Mouse crap in the kitchen (they emerged from the fireplace like something prehistoric, between old…

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Statue

  Mrs. Porter glared down at the statue. Lately, it seemed to be mocking her, fixing its stony gaze upwards towards this bathroom as if it hated her. “Well,” she…

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The Pod

    Up here, as high and vast as you can travel. Through a crack in this moonlit night, past constellations bearing witness to the passing of eons, the birth…

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