Mistaken Identity

The shadow flashed by in a blur. Iric fired his crossbow. There was a smacking sound and a squeal. The shadow kept moving. Iric dropped his bow and sprinted after the beast. He couldn’t let it get away. This wolf had somehow got trapped inside the city walls, lost among the branching streets and alleys, and…

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The Fate of the Land

  The Burtons meant business. No hobby farming for them. They felled trees, cleared many acres, restored the early nineteenth century farm house. They fixed up the barn, fenced the fields, stocked up with cows, pigs, geese and chickens. The family mutt was told he was now a working dog. The father swotted up on…

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The Things You Left Behind

  The opening bid on the painting was twenty-six dollars. It was a painting of a nun walking through a village in the moonlight. Her eyes were full of the bright light. My great aunt painted it in the twenties. They were all up for bid online, her paintings, her porcelain dolls, her postcards, her…

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The Year of the Hedonist

It’s the Year of the Hedonist and though my expat friends tell me that the “lost generation” phenomenon is an American one, it looks to me like the whole world is filled with volcanoes and people dance on them everyplace. Out here there are more scotches than sheep and more sheep than books and more…

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