Tag Archives: Surreal

Precise Protection

Monsieur L’Horloge, meticulously placed the tiny gears in the order that he removed each one from the chronoton. Adjusting his magnifying rig, he checked to see if there was any dust or other outside contaminates in the interior. Normally, work … Continue reading

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Talk and Tuxedo

Novice Hortense scrubbed the red stones of the vestry while the tuxedo cat watched. As unappealing as the task was, she reminded herself that there were worse things. Far worse. “I see, I see,” said the novice, “I was just … Continue reading

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Not Here Either

Olivia’s knack didn’t usually work this way. Finding the other earring wasn’t difficult, but retrieving became very involved. It was hanging from a chain around the neck of seller of lost hats. He swore that it he would never part … Continue reading

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Questions and Schnapps

Dipping a pen in golden ink, she drew a diagram in the air. Both gazed with an intense focus as they circled it. “Very elegant,” he said. “Danke,” she replied. A moment passed. “However…” “I know.” “Schnapps?” “Please.” Monsieur L’Horloge … Continue reading

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In the Stacks

Zsófia slid through the stacks, her arms filled with books. Returning them to their correct and proper place was like a meditation for her. Once the last one was placed, she stopped and listened to the faint scritching of note … Continue reading

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Lost Things And Hot Chocolat

Olivia was very good at finding things. Everyone in her family were finders, mother called it their knack. Helena, her older sister always found the right thing to say, Theo, her younger brother could find the quickest way around the … Continue reading

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A time to move

The origami thrush flew into the monorail cabin, landed on Maxi’s shoulder and whispered, “Do not return to your apartment.” She snatched it, set in on fire with her steel lighter, a gift from a lover whose name she no … Continue reading

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