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Short-lived (violent) weather disturbance.

I can feel it in the air, that pre-storm tension. So, I stand, face upturned, waiting for the storm to break. It starts as a low rolling rumble that builds to a vibrating boom. My smile spreads as fat drops of rain pelt me. Lightning cracks, and the thunderstorm is in full bloom. I wrote… Continue reading Short-lived (violent) weather disturbance.

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Witchโ€™s desk

A letter arrived; condolences announcing the death of a relative I didnโ€™t know I had, but she (it seems) knew about me, her heir. In her ancient house, the stale air assaults my senses. Within the only furnished room, a chandelier hangs over a vintage desk. Dust gathers around each glass bauble. Once glittery, it… Continue reading Witchโ€™s desk

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TBR running low!

I stand before it, as I do every day, planning which title to consume next. Today is different, though, as my breathing spikes and my heart pounds. My book pile is dwindling! I shift focus from my heap of novels to the coffee mug clutched in my hands. The rich brown liquid sloshes close to… Continue reading TBR running low!

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From Beyond

Time is not a promise. You live in my heart and my memories. Youโ€™ve been gone for years, yet your absence affects me the same with an emptiness and a longing to feel your parental embrace. I talk to you in those moments when I need a parent. My understanding has changed. Often in real… Continue reading From Beyond

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The Lost Book

โ€œRascally missing book!โ€ I grumble, acknowledging that itโ€™s my fault for bringing home a book from the enchantment library. A library with dim lighting cast by floating lights. The old book smell is intense, and the shelving is medieval in appearance. Itโ€™s an irresistible building. Regardless, itโ€™s a wonder the book was on the shelf… Continue reading The Lost Book