Torrent

by Rae Cod The icy deluge continued to pour, stinging his face and plastering his shirt and jeans to a body which a few days ago had felt strong, but… Torrent

Shield Bug

I'm Palomena PrasinaOf the order HeteropteraI might look a little toughdon't let the exterior scare 'yaI'm a knight in shining armourA truer bug you'll never findPurpose woven in the fabricOf a pattern well designedI'm a family bug; my sigil:Protector of the landSome might call me stinkybut they don't understandI'm the bottom of the pyramidThe stone … Continue reading Shield Bug

Bust

It’s time for this month’s short story offering. I wrote this one a while ago for a short story competition (it didn’t win) and posted it on the blog last year. The brief was to write a story set at a bus stop with Bus in the title, I wonder if my title was bending … Continue reading Bust

Out with the bath water

A difference of opinion in this month’s short story offering to Gobblers/Masticadores. Sometimes it’s all a matter of perspective, don’t you think? Thank you as always to Manuela for publishing.

Gobblers & Masticadores

by Rae Cod

‘What do you mean you lost the baby?’ asked Alicia, her wide eyes begging Charmaine to get to the punchline.

‘I popped it down right there,’ shrugged Charmaine, pointing at a spot on an oversized sofa, ‘while I ordered a smoothie, by the time I’d turned around it was gone.’ She took a slurp of her drink and eyed Alicia warily.

‘Well, it’s not like it could’ve wandered off on its own, is it?!’ cried Alicia.

Charmaine suddenly found something interesting on the toe of her shoe.

‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…we lost a baby, we are in SO MUCH TROUBLE!’

Charmaine patted Alicia’s shoulder consolingly.

‘It’ll turn up, probably just some idiot’s idea of a prank. Smoothie?’ she proffered the cardboard cup towards Alicia but lowered it gingerly as Alicia’s carefully manicured eyebrows hit her hairline.

‘How can you be so calm about this, Charmaine?’ she asked, wringing her hands…

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The Rag Man

Tell me no secrets I’ll tell you no lies Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Spill the beans and I’ll lap them up Pour out your heart ‘til it fills my cup I’m a collector, a hoarder, a connoisseur Sympathiser, confidant, friend - if you prefer I’ll be whatever you need to satisfy … Continue reading The Rag Man

Boredom

Boredom is a state that often feels confused Too often the solution is found in more to do Yet the boredom it persists Expanding to unrest A tower piled with more Yet still we cannot rest For the cavity inside is filled with less than went before less toil less grind less drudgery Perhaps there … Continue reading Boredom

Full to the brim

A short story about the enduring and all encompassing nature of love published on Gobblers/Masticadores this week (thanks Manuela). Click the link to read the full story.

Gobblers & Masticadores

by Rae Cod

He knelt before her and took her liver-spotted hands in his, as gently as if he was collecting an injured bird. His eyes hadn’t changed since he was a baby, but what a strong young man he’d become. It wasn’t fair he had to carry this on his shoulders, but she could ease his burden.

‘Nonna, we have to go now, I’m sorry.’

She looked at him gently, but her voice was firm as she spoke.

‘I am staying here Nicolai.’

‘Nonna, please…’

‘I am Katrina Van de Vars,’ she interrupted him, ’our family have lived here for five hundred years,five hundred yearsNicolai. I know that doesn’t mean much to you now, but it will one day. It will. I am not made for change any longer. I will stay. If there is a way to salvage our lives here, I will find it and…

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