Wings around my sister

Karlee handed the bottle of pills over to the program coordinator and sat down. Someone had ratted her out. She looked around the room at the other girls suspiciously, hiding the hardness in her eyes behind a thick fringe of hair and a demure smile. They were talking crap again. About how this one had said that and that one had done this. It was boring.

She watched Tanya for a while and wondered if it was her who had dobbed her in for the pills. Little prattler was a suck. Even the sound of her voice grated on Karlee’s nerves. It reminded her of a childhood ‘friend’. Bloody memories. But it was too late, one had sucked her in again. She wished she could get the pills back.

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The Dogs – Part 3

John tried to show Klonar the door after breakfast, but King Willy didn’t take kindly to that idea. How a dog could so completely rule a house was beyond Klonar, but the dog seemed vicious and he wasn’t about to risk being attacked. John seemed to waver between irritation and resignation. He didn’t like Klonar. This rough looking stranger who had upset his son wasn’t welcome in his house, but he had long ago accepted that he wasn’t in charge. After Mary died, the dogs took over. They became unruly. No one had ever been able to manage them except her. Hunting dogs, they were. She loved hunting. Had loved hunting. Almost two years, now, it had been, since her death, and he still spoke about her like she were still alive.

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The Dogs – part 2

Klonar placed his empty teacup on the side table and sat forward in his chair.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going then. Thank you for the tea.”

He began to get to his feet when King Willy uncoiled like a spring from his sleeping position and barked in Klonar’s face. Willy’s voice was deep like rolling thunder and the bark itself was short and clipped, laced with menace and authority. The soundwave hit Klonar like a physical force, pushing him back in his chair.

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The Dogs – part 1

He had been locked away now for a little over two months. The sound of laughter from the community danced around his cell, taunting him, letting him know what he was missing. He so often dreamed of getting away. Perhaps that was why he was locked up. Paddy, his prison guard, dreamed of getting away too, but he was better at hiding it, better at the pretended game of ‘assimilation’. Klonar recognised the laughter of little Kettie. It must be her marriage time. The sound of drums told him that someone was getting married and surely only Kettie was now the right age. Banging on the cage walls he called Paddy to him.

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I had watched him scuttle past these rocks so many times this week. I do not think he knew I was watching. Perhaps he thought I was like all the other tourists; too busy watching the sunset and the wind-surfers, to notice him rifling through bags and swiping picnic food. He was about 8 years old, I was guessing. A wiry, sun-bronzed boy with a matted mess of blonde curls. He did not seem to belong to anyone and always disappeared around the rocks, rocks so slippery I hesitated to follow but he was the only mystery worth solving on this beach and Thomas had forgotten me, so followed.

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The ocean washed through me, the scent of salt scrubbing me clean, the waves kissing my toes. For a moment I closed my eyes, feeling the sand massage my feet and the wind blow through me, bringing silence and peace. I opened my eyes and was blessed with a glorious vision of pelican in flight, my soul soaring with the curving spread of her wing. I dreamt of flying last night, and it felt just like this; fresh and clean. But there were shadows in the dream, just like the shadows on the sand, cast by pelican wings. My dry salty lips licked clean, reminded me of the start of the dream

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Amelie – part 1

Amelie scrambled her way down the path before her, eyes drinking in the yellow and white daisies scattered about the path. A gleam of golden light caught her, glinting brightly in the merry grass. She had found it! Father’s amulet. And now, never would he have it, nor have her. And all the power in North Reach, would not reach her, nor touch her. Made humble, they would be in her might.

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The Mirror

The Master had said she must paint, and paint she did. Without knowing why he asked it of her, she dabbled with the paint uncertainly, because for the first time, he had given her no subject or direction, other than to ‘paint’. Various images filtered lazily through her mind as she gazed into the puddle of sunlight melting on the floor beneath the window. Outside she could hear the whisper of wind caressing leaves.

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The Dreamers – part 1

Maddy and Toby watched via the monitor as Greg led the two students through a meditation in the adjacent room. Maddy marvelled at the way Greg’s voice dropped in tone, volume and pace, enticing his charges into a deeper state. He really did have a gift for this kind of work. Turning her attention back to Toby, she was a little startled by the odd play of emotions fleeting across his face. “Toby. Are you getting distracted again?” He had a quick mind, certainly, but it did have a tendency to leap about rather than staying focused on the task at hand.

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