Semi-Daily Scribbles
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"Alex doesn't like talking on the telephone. He has minions who direct traffic for him. If Alex can't speak to you face-to-face, deal's off. He can't risk getting caught in the stream, drowned in a torrent of packets and bits. First, the Switchers will stretch you to the point of snapping. Then, when they…
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Dear Zoë, Thanks for bailing on me, sis. You really need to examine your habit of shutting down when things get unpleasant. People were counting on you to get the job done. Instead, you turned off the lights and left the building. You fell out of orbit thinking no one would notice! I can't complete…
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“I feel like a murmur that troubles one's sleep.” "What do you mean?" I asked. "People are uncomfortable around me. I catch their eyes flitting downward, or darting off to the side when they see me coming. Maybe it's because I tell them things they don't want to hear." "Not everyone appreciates unsolicited predictions. People…
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“Oh. That sounds…nice.” Zoë looked down at the envelope and turned it over. She studied the seal on the flap. It was gold colored with crisscrossing vines forming a heart shape. She had seen it before, but time was unreliable on this Wednesday morning. As she stood in the warm patch of January sun, on…
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It was the Silver Needle that enabled my mind to soar. Gale-force winds may have had something to do with it, too. In any event, last night's voyage; embarked upon from beneath my blankets, was difficult to file away as "Only a Dream" once the day dawned. It all started with the new house: a…
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“Nonsense,” replied Margaret. “You must become proficient in picking out the details in the patterns. Don’t think you know something to be true because it looks the same from all angles. Approach the deviation, no matter how shocking, as the mad and beautiful existence you were always meant to have. Set the rules aside or…
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Madeleine didn’t have patience with the kitchen today. It taunted her with dares of turning knobs and fiddling with raw things. She wanted nothing to do with making decisions, and then making a mess. Hunger had its place and time, and in her mind, time was slipping away. Madeleine grabbed the last choco-chunk cookie in…
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Salt air slid down the back of Zoë’s throat as she picked herself up off the moist turf. She looked around and felt the sting of isolation. She was on a high bluff, with the ocean below and a stand of tall trees at her back. Zoë had a flash of awareness, a sudden recognition…
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Zoë saw the Out-of-Timers everywhere. They were not hard to miss. Any number of Timers could be spotted wearing suits of armor, or crinolines, or tattered animal skins. Along with the numbers of visitors increasing each day, there was the number itself. That number. They all had a 4 etched or embroidered somewhere on their…
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Stone towers, wishing wells, red roses, and white knights. Many of us understand the symbolism of these images on a subconscious level, so when we speak the meanings out loud, their magic is diminished. The various interpretations of a tower, for example, reside best in a manila envelope inside my head. Heaven forbid I go…
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