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Snow-man
I await the first flake. For with it, my love will return. Lumen. My Lumen. I hold his heart all year round. It sits in a box on my sideboard. The box is nothing special but what it contains is everything to me. Sometimes, I open it and I look at it, quickly, blue, beating and marvel at the fact that it's mine, that he has chosen me over all others.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Anemology
My chosen word: Anemology - the study of winds I love wind. Windy days, I think, make you remember more than anything that there are things on this planet over which you have no control - and I love that. Wind is passionate; it's a driver. That feeling of it pummelling you on a really windy day just cannot be beaten.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
A Session on the Psychiatrist's Couch - Revised Version
Hi Doc. Nice to meet you. I'm Lobo Weir. Thank you for squeezing me in so late. I would have preferred an earlier appointment but no matter. We've probably got enough time to complete the session before I have to leave. Let's hope so, eh?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Eavesdropping. Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Eavesdropping had become a habit for Annabelle that summer. Something was going on and Annabelle was being deliberately excluded. Being outside a secret is hard and so, she was spying whenever she was able.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Marmalade
It was a strange obsession to have, especially as the only person, no, creature, that could possibly relate was a fictional bear called Paddington and he'd only expressed desire for it between slices of bread, whereas she was having it with everything and was astounded at how good it tasted all the time.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Reluctant Psychic
"You do realise that this is all bogus, don't you? She's a charlatan, preying on your unresolved grief, purloining silver from your purse and placing cotton wool words around your heart, telling you what she thinks you want to hear. You're all fools! If I were you, I wouldn't spend a minute longer here. Go and live, for Heaven's sake!"
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Escapologist
My training paid off today. Opportunity presented itself during bingo. I feigned sleep, a small parcel of drool on my lip. Audrey needed help again and I made a dash for the unguarded door. My stick helped and I always wear shoes now so I'm ready.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
