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Midsummer Nightmare

Midsummer Nightmare

It’s been really difficult to get any parts at all these last few months, even auditions, so I was thrilled when they offered me Titania. In my enthusiasm, though, it didn’t register that only an outdoor production would be allowed this summer. Haven’t they heard of hay fever?! The directors soon found a bank that […]

Powerless

Powerless

The moon was high and full on this Beltane night. Once again, I was voted the most powerful within my coven and others too, the greatest among my sisters. What are Circe, Medea, Morgan Le Fey, Glinda and Elphaba compared to me? Just amateurs! And let’s not discuss my stupid cousin in her silly gingerbread […]

Honeysuckle Dreams

Honeysuckle Dreams

Abigail’s granddaughter Lucy has an imaginary friend who eats at the family dining table, buckles herself in the middle seat belt in the car and likes the light left on when she goes to sleep. Abigail also has an imaginary friend. He accompanies her when she walks the dog, stands beside her at the kitchen […]

Act Two

Act Two

“Can I take your order, sir?” “Let’s see now … I’d like … Cassie, is that you? Can it possibly be you? Dearest Cassie!” “Daniel.” Eyes. Brown meets blue; time stands still. “Did you ever get into the RSC? Play Cordelia? Juliet? I was Oberon to your Titania, remember? When we were happy, before the […]

Bumblebee Kiss

Bumblebee Kiss

She went to him and they kissed by the picket fence, their mouths open in answer to each other’s call and need.  Her hands holding on to his shoulders, his hands in her hair. He had forgotten what his lungs were for.  He couldn’t draw any air in, everything lost any importance, except the feeling […]

Diary 1667

Diary 1667

3 JuneCame home through the Merchant’s Gate into our garden at the Navy Office. Seeing a person standing there, staring over the picket fence, did make me quake and sweat that it might be a bailiff. Fortunately it was but an old crone, and I got in safely. The servants were late spreading my shirts […]

Recuperating

Recuperating

“For this exercise, I want you to recall a memory you have of a flower. It could be anything; the smallest, most seemingly insignificant fragment.” Everyone in the room shifts in their seats. No one wants to be here. Well, a few, but the majority would have traded a kidney just to get out of […]

The Orchard

The Orchard

Perched on the highest limb of the apple tree the boy can see further, clearer than ever. Anger places him in the tree. His older brother, Adam, his hero, his best friend, his confidant has turned on him. Adam laughed at him, blurting out his closest secret for the family to hear. To a 10-year […]

The Empty Piazza

The Empty Piazza

Bella gazed down at the Piazza, holding back the heavy curtains with a trembling hand. The bustling crowds had been replaced by an eerie silence, broken only by the rustling of pigeons and one old man by the fountain, muttering to himself. Her mind wandered back to her parents smiling their goodbyes. No hugging, not […]

Tu Me Manques

Tu Me Manques

They started writing in high school. Brief, stilted letters from Linda struggling with schoolgirl French, and from Amelie, longer, beautifully typed epistles in English. It began at the instigation of Linda’s language teacher, but after struggling to describe the beautiful apple tree in her garden, Linda soon abandoned writing in French. The exchange of ideas, […]

One Ginger Lily

One Ginger Lily

The bride’s request was clear. No exorbitant bouquet, no expensive orchids. Simply one ginger lily to carry on her journey down the aisle. She was adamant – he was dismayed, certain that no ginger lilies had bloomed on earth since the Great Tsunami of 2035. Its inundation combined with a rapidly spreading invasive fungus ravaging […]

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