Tag: Snow
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Thirty-Seven Poppy’s Courage
The woman was concerned. “You’re hurt.” Where Edgar’s hand clutched his side, there was blood. Blood seeped between his big fingers. She tried to clarify her thoughts; Edgar was here, which implied that he had won his confrontation with Oddjob, although she could not be sure. “Edgar, where’s the big man?” “Where I left him,…
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Snow
Some stories demand attention. Any writer can find them – or rather, they find him, eagerly salivating little gangs that pounce each time he opens his laptop and switches on. Headlines, oddities, issues that invite comment, or exercise a turn of phrase. Stories that beg to be told. So here I am, staring at the…
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The Coming of Winter
A watery sun set about clearing the glaze of night-time snow, turning tiny icicles along the gutter edges into teardrops, sending little runnels of melt-water through the virgin white into hidden gutters and tinkling drains. By noon it might have been a spring day, for any trace there was of the early chill had gone,…
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