At twenty-one degrees Celsius, Máire's blood was still simmering. It did not seem to matter how much or how cold the water, and at that point she must have swallowed an entire well. The fear of drinking too little far outweighed any concern for what might happen as a consequence of drinking too much. And, … Continue reading Where does it end?
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Everything is out to disrupt flow, she thought. Indeed, something had been putting her off reading. Flies bounced. And crawled, and buzzed about ears, hairs along forearm, and lips. Music blasted from speakers until they too buzzed, piercing through tranquility. Sunlight beamed through her, warmed her. Sunglasses sat and peered out and around. There were … Continue reading How many adjectives are there?
Midnight Caller
He called at a ghostly hour, and hovered outside the front door. She had seen him approach from the other end of the street, just as she was retrieving her keys. There was no urgency in his pace. His gait was tall and menacing against the amber streetlights, and he took slow purposeful steps. She … Continue reading Midnight Caller
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