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december, dinner

Digg sits at the table he has laid and wonders who is missing.  It is a warm Sunday afternoon in late December 2012, just after Christmas. It is the last dinner party of the year. The friends gathered on Digg’s…

Judged

By Eurielle (Chelsea) Glenn It was being watched, but it did not know. The breeze was gentle and quiet, and its footsteps were even quieter. Its breathing was raspy and unsteady, and it smelt like mint leaves and blood. The…

Christmas Casual

By Nicole Jacobsen Beneath the clamour of passing customers the familiar tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town began its hundredth iteration.               Ella approached a man who stood at the display rack at the front of the…

Blinding Love

By Eurielle (Chelsea) Glenn The faint mumble of the television stirred me from my sleep. The brisk morning breeze was tender as it brushed at the draperies on the window. It allowed soft filtered sunlight into the room, and it streaked…

In Living Memory

  By Nicole Jacobsen, for ScratchThat The car rolled to a stop and Dad sucked in a breath.   ‘It’s gone,’ he said. ‘It used to be a corner store.’ He pointed to a car sales yard. ‘We used to stop…