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What the Dickens...?
It was a bitter night. Wind penetrated the house, making it gasp and groan, windows rattling in fear of shattering. She sat meditatively in the red wingback chair, the fire's blaze warming and scorching. She was exhausted and grateful for the chance to stop. She could not fully relax though, the storm pulling at her consciousness, as the logs spit. She picked up her knitting.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Artful Dodger
I'm good at what I do, I am. See that geezer over there with the cane? He'll have a silk handkerchief in his top pocket and I'll have that away in a trice! He won't even know it's gone until he'll go to look for it later and it won't be there. It'll be stashed away by then with the others I've nicked from these la-di-da gents!
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Opportunistic Borrower
Natalie wasn't sure if Simon would be angry about her borrowing his shears but she wasn't going to chance it. It would present a wholly awkward scenario that she didn't want to navigate. And so, instead, Natalie decided to put them back where she knew Simon kept them.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Struggling to shift
When you've been able to assume whatever form you've wanted for as long as you can remember, it's very unsettling to discover that your power to shapeshift is waning. It's not the sort of thing you can reboot either: shut down, leave it for a minute and then power up. You can either do it or you can't.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Ice Fishing. Top Story - December 2024.
Anders was hungry with a craving for fish. Not dried but fresh. Not smoked but pink and plump. Saliva welled in his mouth as he thought of it. Spurred on by the prospect of his potential dinner, he threw some more logs onto the fire, not too high and not too many; just enough to smoulder. He moved the chair he'd crafted a little further away. Wood burnt well and fire didn't care in what form it found wood.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Arrested
Luke I read Bethan's text and my heart sank. I'd be lying if I didn't feel relief as well but that didn't last. I was so geared up. Ever since we agreed to meet, I've been rehearsing in my head what I'd say, how I'd explain what happened. I thought about what to tell her, what not to tell her. It's dominated everything. I know, it's always been there, casting its shadow but in this build up, it's like I've been buried under snow, unable to breathe, it's been so there, in my face, crowding my mind, image after image, word after word, just there, not leaving me be!
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
