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Talespinning by Susan Gibb is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at susangibb.net.
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342/365 – PERSISTENCE
Word Count: 218 The wind is insistent, huffing and puffing to blow down the doors. Scratching at windows with fingers of yew. Rattling and grumbling the shutters. I sit on the couch by the front picture window, daring the rest … Continue reading
341/365 – PAINTING THE PAST
Word Count: 382 It’s been twenty years, maybe ten since I’ve painted the bathroom ceiling. Almost twelve since he died. The man who left pencil marks around the hole where he helped put in a new lighting fixture, complete with … Continue reading
340/365 – APPEARANCE
Word Count: 420 The man with the silly-ass coat is a doctor. He has shaggy black hair and wide-rimmed thick glasses. His khakis are wrinkled, his tie much too short, and his coat is a navy-blue parka. I’m good at pegging … Continue reading
339/365 – RAIN
Word Count: 338 The morning looks wet. The night spent crying its clouds out leaving the earth rich with deep emotional color. Gray is not gray but a full palette of tints on the bare limbs of trees, the layers … Continue reading
338/365 – LUCK OF THE DRAW
Word Count: 421 My friend Thomas won’t leave the house without first winning three games in a row of Solitaire on his laptop. I’ve also heard he won’t even take a shower before, for fear he may drown. He’s a great … Continue reading
337/365 – GUILT
Word Count: 393 The silence is so deafening with its drumming. The day is so dark with its night. The world is so small with its oceans and forests and the horizon is littered with trees. Something, a small noise, … Continue reading
336/365 – NIGHT FEAR
Word Count: 409 Anne stuck her arms through the day and pulled it around her. Buttoned it up to her chin. She used bright white soft clouds for earmuffs and mittens, now ready to make her way home through the … Continue reading
335/365 – LEARNING TO BOUNCE
She was told to fire him and she couldn’t tell the manager that she couldn’t fire him because they were dating and it would be, well, very awkward and probably impossible for her to do. She was that type of … Continue reading
334/365 – RESEMBLANCE
Word Count: 426 She was seventeen that year. She knew everything; knew nothing. Amazing how you can look backwards and see things the way they really were instead of how you perceived them when you were young. She couldn’t have … Continue reading
333/365 – THOUGHTS ON A GRAY NOVEMBER MORNING
Word Count: 129 In the cold gray of dawn the bare trees reach up to scratch the sky with their fingers, leaving holes for ghosts to float through. My mother, my father, my brother, my friends; then my lovers all … Continue reading