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Splinter - Wee #32
The blue of the eye startled him. Staring up through the crack in the floorboards--the cracks his mother had nagged him to fill--it looked larger than a human eye. He stamped his foot, heard Lucy’s intake of dust-filled breath, pictured her scurrying back to the flea-infested mattress. He’d make her pay later; make her suffer for spying on him. He smiled; the taste of power never soured.
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Lucy lay on the mouldy mattress and picked splinters of wood from under her broken nails.
She kept her eyes closed most of the time, so she could pretend the mound of earth over by the far wall didn’t exist. He always kicked it and muttered ‘Nag’ when he came down for a ‘visit’.
She clutched the stave she’d prised from the floorboard. She’d make him pay later--make him suffer for taking her. A tiny smile teased the corners of her mouth and salty tears washed the dust from her blue eyes.
The door opened.
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-05-08 13:41
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Thanks Al - much appreciated.
Cheers
Karen |
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Comment by: alcarty - 2008-05-08 09:59
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| Cinematic little piece. I felt like my eyes were a camera, and a nearby director was watching the actress pick at the splinters under her nails. Certainly enough to work with for a longer work. |
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| This was a great visual read. You seem to have a gift for saying a lot in few words. Thanks for the read! |
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-04-21 06:28
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Thanks Arley.
No, no, no - I can never be in the running, even in the weeks when another writer is running the challenge, because I have to choose the final winner for the whole month - what if my ownname was on the short-list? That would never do.
But thanks again - it's much appreciated. |
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-04-21 06:26
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| Aw, Mitra - what a lovely thing to say. But I could learn so much from your poetry, so we're even. |
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