Julia Sinton
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Little Mouse
“Hello, Little Mouse.” Pippa saluted me. Her smile was half-cocked. She then blew a raspberry, as her laughter at herself for her own silliness, pushed through her lips. She fetched me some already-shelled peanuts, from a jar behind the bar. She laid three halves in front of me.
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Fiction
Sardinian Charm
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came to dance with the blushing sky. It was as if the clouds knew where they were meant to be. It offered a momentary relief to the plainness of the sky—the ever blushing sky above this part of the world. The only thing in the sky that would ever change were the clouds, and they only came out at midnight.
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Fiction
Room 1617
“If walls could talk…” The voice was soft, but excited. I yawned. I was too stiff to give myself a proper stretch at that point. I opened my eyes and looked down at the guest. The guest wore a three-piece grey, tweed-like suit. The guest had side parted, short hair and a thin moustache above the upper lip. I stopped learning their names after Lady Fletcher. I merely refer to them all as ‘the guest’.
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Fiction
