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Escalator
I was due another conference with my conscience, but I was swarmed, swimming in the summer’s bees and the last of my spring dreams, living in August, while April fought for my attention. My conscience, and the priest I paid to guard it had grown impatient, sighing as I locked myself away in my castle,…
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Inevitable
I was too late to stop it. I don’t know what I could have done. They were always so drawn to destruction, but I had always felt like I had to try. I had overslept, awaking to a racket, crashing back to Earth and its dreadful reality with a hard thud. I tried to close…
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Never Again
I don’t think I’ll ever walk in the woods again. They were a big selling point for the house. Woods, practically next door. Sweeping seas of nature, as far as the eye could see. They’d be great for walking the dog, taking the kids on adventures, getting away from it all after work. Not anymore.…
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Changing Mediums
We are not yet divorced, but we sleep in separate beds. Drifting off to muted, melancholy dreams, where we meet, exchanging steely stares and placid pleasantries. Sullen ships in the night, our cheeks still aching with the memory of a smile, as I admire the etched anniversaries on your body, racing against the rain as…
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Wandering Minds
It was half past ten, and she was thinking about lunch already. Poppy’s stomach snarled as she shuffled through the hall and gazed, with disinterest at the paintings. Sprawling, sobbing saviours hung from crosses as Poppy trudged through with her class, feigning some kind of feeling at yet another portrait of Jesus Christ in his…