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Judith Gap 9

15 Mar

“Good heavens, Cristobel! We don’t puke on guests in this house!” The cat licked its paw and leaped away. When Clara came to she was still in the hallway. The woman had pulled up a chair and was staring at her. “I’m so sorry but you really are heavier than I remembered.” “Who are you?” Clara blurted out. The woman reminded her of someone. “The me is hardly important, child. What you should be asking is how I can help you keep them away.” “Them who?” “The ones who keep doing-“ Clara fainted again. “-this to you.” The woman sighed.

Judith Gap 8

8 Mar

The short woman stomped up to a cottage surrounded by elder trees. She looked round from the doorway. “Quick. Get inside,” she commanded, and the girl stepped in.  The house seemed very still. Then a herd of cats exploded into the hallway. Clara winced. “I’m sorry,” said the woman closing the front door. “All this snow is making it harder to tell things apart.” The girl mumbled noncommittally and followed the woman into cat territory. Or at least intended to before collapsing in the middle of the hallway. An orange tabby came to sniff her hair. It sniffed, then puked.

Judith Gap 7

1 Mar

Mornings were a drag in the Wilder household. The mother bustled around and woke everyone up because oversleeping was against the Lord. So were Ugg boots in July and black bras under white clothes. That morning Clara showered, leafed through the local paper, munched on milk and cereal and almost ran away from home a second time, all in the span of an hour. The front door banged shut. The girl breathed in a lungful of winter and took to the road. She was turning the corner of 1st Avenue when someone caught up with her. “Walk with me, child.”


Happy 1st of March to everyone! It snowed again around here but spring can’t be that far away, can it? 😀


a study in love — part 4

1 Mar

I think that I am going mad. There is no way for me to be fully certain, but I know my mind and moods, and I am going mad. I am mad with love, and grief and longing, but most of all I am mad with anger, because you could not save me. They have me doped up on pills, words with more consonants than vowels, words I cannot pronounce, in a long dead language. I am going mad with the absence of you, and still they pump me. You cannot love something broken, and you cannot unbreak something loved.

The Vladivostok 2

1 Mar

Selective physics. This was how Frank had coined the erratic celestial dance and a host of other oddities that sent them sailing blind. It took them a while, to notice that they went to sleep in a world and woke up in another. The Sun and Moon were rising and setting at random points, the stars moving erratically. The airwaves were silent. As if radio or satellites had never been invented. On the other hand, gravity was still there. So were the water and the clouds, the fishes and the seagulls. And so was he, a court jester turned chronicler.