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Six Sentence Sunday, 28 October 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

 Tristan, whom she’d initially taken for a skinny and somewhat theatrical girl, had long hair that flopped over one eye. His black cloak covered a colorful ensemble rather like a kilt, only made of innumerable squares of shiny stuff, and … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 21 October 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

Annie danced with Rafe. Rafe was not only her date, but her friend. He was family and he was safe. She had never felt quite safe with high school dating, with everybody talking about who had done what with whom. … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 14 October 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

Her parents were definitely old-school, what with naming their children after angels and Greek gods, and so were their old school-friends the Jacksons: really, Raphael Perseus and Artemis Anael. A. A. Brown. Way too many A’s, she thought, and that … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 7 October 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

No one was quite so enthusiastic about that sort of sin as the sinners themselves, grown weary; in one breath they’d be talking about how drunk they got in college and what pranks they’d gotten up to (generally involving property … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 30 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

At the drop-in center, Erika beamed at Max across the table, as he applied himself without complaint to the practice trigonometry exam that they had drawn up together during study hall.  He couldn’t draw the triangles without thinking about the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 23 September 2012 (Leonie Hallward and the Secession of Greenwich Village)

“One infuses a bit of oneself in a good portrait.”  Even if it were only the black kitten Merveille, in a beam of sunlight, and his shadow, quick India-ink shifting across the sunlit floor. Basil smiled, and I watched the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 16 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

The night turned the floor-to-ceiling window into a mirror, but there was a shadow, or a shape, glimmering in it, more or less man-sized and –shaped, but not entirely distinct.  Max blinked, and it was gone. He couldn’t tell if … Continue reading

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