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May Day post: Citizen of Utopia (from The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

It’s a dream, of course: the Customs stop where you declare your goods, your self, your intentions, your history, your citizenship, your blood and bone.  What are your intentions, what you seek, where you seek it, whence you come and … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: the long look back (five-year retrospective)

On one of the National Novel Writing Month boards (can’t find it now) there’s a thread about what you learned from NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve been thinking about that ever since, but more in terms of what I’ve learned each … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 27 May 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

And so in the fullness of time it came to pass that Elsa got her transport, thanks to the chatty young officer in charge of the deportations, and she got her pass to the Jewish quarter, and help with hauling … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 20 May 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

Like this fellow, for example, the one to whom she owed nominal obedience as a soldier to his officer.  Yes, she understood the necessity of obedience and discipline; she had been schooled in those notions since childhood, but now she … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 13 May 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

And there was the other thing, as well. He had looked her up and down—well, not quite as blatantly as the soldiers eyeing up the Polish girls—with his pale blue eyes behind steel-rimmed spectacles, and asked in a light tone … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 6 May 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

There’s the motorized roar and the background roar of the sea.  There’s the greyed-out horizon, and the signs for the upcoming exits, Iceland coming up in a few hours and beyond that Denmark and Norway.   It’s a dream, of … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 29 April 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

Charlotte didn’t know that Araminta fancied Scipio, and the other way round as well.  She didn’t know that Araminta knew by whom Sarah was pregnant and under what conditions.  She didn’t know the whispered conversations that the two sisters had … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 22 April 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

The womb and tomb are the only authorized entrance and exit, respectively, into the condition of a slave.  In particular, no manner of self-initiated egress is recognized.  Which in plain language means: you are not to run away, and if … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 15 April 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

Welcome to the wonderful world of perpetual servitude.  You won’t have gotten the orientation packet at the door, because you don’t read, not if you have any sense of self-preservation.  It’s worth anybody’s life to teach you that, so don’t … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 8 April 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

The rain sluices down Hennepin Avenue and the bus to Utopia is nowhere in sight.  On the other end of that bus line, a crescent-shaped harbor looks out upon a blue sea, all the layers of color from sand-filtered emerald … Continue reading

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