Category Archives: Cuttings

Hieroglyphs

The back seat was always the best, where you felt as remote as possible from where you were headed, and from the old women who natter about Jean’s new hip near the bag rack. The single-decker thirtysomething-or-other clunked its way … Continue reading

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Dear Diary

September 2 Mr Marc Beaumont Born November 16, 1922 “Why don’t you have a seat and we can get started,” I said as I led the elderly man to the reclined chair. He put his head back, closed his eyes, … Continue reading

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Written World

My eyes come into focus on each blue line that runs across the blank page. I stare at it and it blinks back at me. My senses gather like the clouds before the storm. The sharp lead tip gently rests … Continue reading

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Jen

The light of the sunrise hit the clouds as they drifted across the sky, the oranges and yellows contrasting with the blue of the lightening sky. The waterfall fell on iced rocks, splashing and cracking ice with just-above-freezing water and … Continue reading

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Home

The flat that we would be living in for a few months was awfully small. So small that when I first set foot in it, it felt as if the walls were closing in on me. I glared at the … Continue reading

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Vaamonde and I

Sometimes he will go out late at night to el barrio and play dominos with the abuelos. I am unable to go with him, lacking both balls and brain to break my curfew. Vaamonde spews spotless disgust towards me for … Continue reading

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The Runaway

She wasn’t abandoned. She was sold, but at least someone bought her. She may have been tortured, but they didn’t want her to die. She trusted them with all her heart, but then again, what else was she to believe? … Continue reading

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The Ocean

The ocean is a mesmerising mystery with a tormenting monster just below the dazzling surface. As far out as can be seen, a lump, a dent, an imperfection in the perfect water appears. It builds up slowly, gaining confidence, speed … Continue reading

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Cats

You know, for all the flak I give this place, I have to say they have done a number on the couches. I remember a few years back there were only two in the entire rec room, and they tended … Continue reading

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Sunset

The lake is smooth and my boat navigates easily through the water. The setting sun cools my face while colouring the sky with glorious shades of pink, orange, and purple. This is my fifth day out. Five days of pink, … Continue reading

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