Tag: flash fiction
member name: Terry Collett
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November 02, 2007 07:08 AM EDT --
Sister Scholastica sipped the wine from the glass on the refectory table. Tongue tipped; felt the juice; remembered past and time; the taste rinsed down. Held the glass; peered at the distorted images; . . .
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September 21, 2007 08:00 AM EDT --
Would you rather I didn't see? Mae said, standing beside Brand who stood poised holding a gun at Claxton's head. Claxton was sitting in a chair bound by ropes around his arms. Brand‘s hand was . . .
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October 05, 2007 07:03 AM EDT --
The house seemed the same. The trees surrounding were larger; spread more wildly. Sophia stood; gazed at the door that had been painted black; seemed like a gate to some hell of her childhood. This . . .
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November 05, 2009 10:26 AM EST --
You remember the day you met that man called Jack as he came along and put his foot on the bench where you were sitting by the beach to tie his laces and he gave you the look and smiled and pushed . . .
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November 04, 2007 02:06 PM EST --
You push your penny in the slot; close it against the crowd outside the door. Why there is always a queue in the ladies lavatory, you have often mused, as you do now, as you disrobe, sit, and stare . . .
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August 31, 2007 03:22 AM EDT --
Louise sat on the desk with the typewriter close to her leg; her elbow resting on the top of it; a pencil in her hand, looking down at the sheet of paper that Louis had her write. Louis stood looking . . .
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September 02, 2007 03:26 PM EDT --
April would have sent the flowers back with the note scribbled in the green ink across a card stuck inside the wrapped up bunch of irises, but she couldn’t be bothered. What the heck if the guy wants . . .
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September 04, 2007 02:46 AM EDT --
Was that them again? Lucy couldn’t decide. It may just be the mice, she thought. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The sounds seemed like them; the words seemed like theirs. She gripped her hands . . .
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March 25, 2009 08:36 AM EDT --
Sister Joan stood by the window, looked out at the cloister. Empty. No one there. A few leaves flittered over the grass of the cloister garth. A few birds flew from the mulberry tree. The sun . . .
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October 29, 2009 10:53 AM EDT --
And then Mrs Smallbridge calls you back again with that voice of hers that could sour milk and asks about the curtains in Master Henry’s Room whether they had been changed yet because he was . . .
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November 12, 2007 04:14 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica left the refectory after lunch; made her way to the grounds for the twice-daily recreation period. She had been one of the twelve nuns to be chosen to have their feet washed by the . . .
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November 13, 2007 04:35 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica waited in the cloister with the others nuns. The mass in church was soon to begin. She looked briefly into the cloister garth; caught a sight of the Spring flowers in the flowerbeds; . . .
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March 09, 2009 04:04 AM EDT --
The bell from the cloister rang. Echoed around and settled upon nun in bed cosy in blanket against morning's cold and frost. Stirred. Head raised. Eyes peered into the dawn's light, sighed, shivered, . . .
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March 10, 2009 03:44 AM EDT --
Light from window in the refectory touched the eyes of the nun standing by the table. Memories touched. Opened like a box of tricks. Not knowing is the trouble, not knowing. Stood still. Hands clutched . . .
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March 14, 2009 04:54 PM EDT --
Il dio è il miei testimone e guida, Sister Maria, the refectorian, had said, Sister Teresa remembered walking passed the refectory, touching the wall with her fingers. God is my witness and guide, she . . .
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March 15, 2009 03:46 AM EDT --
Afternoon sun touched the cloister garth. The office of None had just completed. Sister Teresa walked slowly down the cloister from the church, letting her failing eyesight search for the opening to the . . .
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March 19, 2009 08:59 AM EDT --
You stand by the cloister garth and see that the flowers are out and the tree is filled with birds and that pleases you as does the sight of Sister Clare over by the far wall with her eyes down possibly . . .
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March 28, 2009 04:18 PM EDT --
You know the train will eventually arrive at its destination and that Boyd will go back to his wife and you to your husband Clive with his dullness and the house will be just the same with the . . .
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February 27, 2009 04:27 PM EST --
It was a hot summer's evening and Judd had come across and stood with you in the front porch giving you the talk like he liked to do when your husband was away and the kids were asleep and his wife . . .
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November 15, 2007 04:15 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica entered the church; sat on one of the choir stalls gazing at the Crucified up above the altar. Incense lingered from mass earlier in morning, merging with the smell of old wood and . . .
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