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Category: Fiction
The Ideal Man
I was making some writing notes this morning and reflecting on heroes and what qualities they should have. I’m not sure the two characters in this story are quite on the same page… “I’ve found him at last: the perfect man.” “What, him?” “Absolutely! OK, he’s a little short, but what a body! And he… Continue reading The Ideal Man
Angel Eyes
I’m on a mission. I’m on a mission to save the soul of my friend Jill Brown. I’m just not sure how to do that. With her average height and average build and, yes I’ll say it, average face, you might overlook my friend Jill but for three things: She’s 22 years old. You have… Continue reading Angel Eyes
Learning To Fly
The girls at this school were full of new games that left Sonia clumsy and frustrated: skipping rhymes, hand-clapping, elastics, kick the can, hares and hounds.
“What’s kites,” she shouted into the wind, dreading the answer.
Paula grinned.
“It’s magic!” The words raced past Sonia on a gust of salty air and were gone.
The Piano Man
They found him, dinner suit dripping, by the river.
He was not able to tell them his name — or perhaps it was there, amongst the screams and panic.
Back at the station they brought in linguists and translators who narrowed it down to some Russian dialect…
Broken Toys – A Story
[audio:http://www.julieduffy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BrokenToys.mp3|titles=Broken Toys – A Story by Julie Duffy] This is today’s StoryADay story. I enjoyed it so much I recorded it too. You can play it above, or right-click here to save the mp3 file. See John. See John laugh. See John laugh and smile. See John laugh and smile and touch his wife Jane… Continue reading Broken Toys – A Story
Broken Toys
See John.
See John laugh.
See John laugh and smile.
See John laugh and smile and touch his wife Jane on the elbow…
Mrs Wyndham’s Meadow
There she is: Mrs Wyndham. Bent over her roses, pruning shears in one hand,s pray bottle in the other. Somewhere under the voluminous straw hat is her little quizzical smile, her eyes lined from squinting against the harsh sun. As far as anyone can tell, Mrs Wyndham lives for her flower garden. I probably know her better than most, and I would have to agree….
Gregor and The Dragon And The Storm
It was a wild and stormy night. (No, really it was!) Gregor was in bed. He was curled up under the covers with his stuffed manatee (Matawee) and his toy dolphin. He wasn’t quite asleep but he was in that comfortable, warm and drowsy state where sleep is not far off. And so, when he… Continue reading Gregor and The Dragon And The Storm
A Constitutional Pause
He lit a cigar and leaned back, shrouded by the red leather of his wing chair by the fireplace, unlit on this seasonably warm spring day. Off duty, perhaps, but still holding court, Sir Alec received visitors as they passed by…