Tag: memories
group name: suddenfiction
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March 24, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
Kitty Shrimpcell sat stuffing chocolates into her mouth; stared out at the window with the sound of Leonard Cohen playing from the record player in the corner. She watched Mrs Gentry leave to go to the . . . more
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October 02, 2007 05:23 PM EDT --
Riding a motorcycle can be exciting and if you are the back seat passenger it gets to be even a little more exciting. You pay attention to things the driver doesn't . . . more
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November 04, 2007 02:06 PM EST --
You push your penny in the slot; close it against the crowd outside the door. Why there is always a queue in the ladies lavatory, you have often mused, as you do now, as you disrobe, sit, and stare at . . . more
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February 22, 2007 05:02 AM EST --
(This story is linked to the other stories in the series. Matins 1907 etc.)
Il dio è il miei testimone e guida, Sister Maria, the refectorian, had said, Sister Teresa remembered walking . . . more
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October 12, 2007 03:40 AM EDT --
There’s a hold on the 49th offensive line
A fumble is decided for the winning team
No one pays attention to me as I slowly semi-nude pass through the room
Screaming and yelling . . . more
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May 26, 2007 03:48 AM EDT --
“He has pierced my side with His lance of love,” said Sister Francis, “He counts my bones with His holy hands. None sees my wound; none knows of my constant pain. The cloister is my Golgotha, . . . more
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September 22, 2007 10:55 AM EDT --
Westminster Bridge was busy; a vast wave of humanity swept over it with each particle having its own thoughts, dreams, desires, fears; each one going to their own death at a given time and place. But no . . . more
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July 06, 2007 01:57 AM EDT --
The bell from the cloister rang. Echoed around and settled upon nun in bed cosy in blanket against morning's cold and frost. Stirred. Head raised. Eyes peered into the dawn's light, sighed, . . . more
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March 21, 2008 07:26 AM EDT --
Olga wished she had not search amongst her husband's papers and books, then she would not have found the letter stuck between two pages of Lev's copy of Das Capital. She'd only flicked open . . . more
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November 02, 2007 07:08 AM EDT --
Sister Scholastica sipped the wine from the glass on the refectory table. Tongue tipped; felt the juice; remembered past and time; the taste rinsed down. Held the glass; peered at the distorted images; . . . more
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October 12, 2007 04:28 AM EDT --
Beth was always one of those curious types of children. She always asked questions about everything she saw, heard, or any new thing that she would smell. So it was no big wonder that she was so curious . . . more
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March 18, 2007 12:06 PM EDT --
Sister Teresa felt the cold evening wind through the cloisters. Shadowy figures sounded near by; the sense of waiting; the held breath; the stillness before the office of Vespers. She refused the wheelchair; . . . more
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March 19, 2007 04:31 PM EDT --
Converte nos, Sister Teresa whispered, leaning forward in the darkness of the church; convert us, she repeated, sensing the infirmarian nun beside her, hearing the breath and muttered prayers. She had . . . more
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October 02, 2007 05:11 PM EDT --
I know that grandma had told me that I should never go near HER crystal clear pond where the ducks come to play.
I would stare at the oval shaped shiny material that the . . . more
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April 15, 2008 03:29 AM EDT --
Tessa stirred, lifted her head from the pink pillow, saw bright daylight coming through the gap in the yellow curtains. What day is it? Saturday. Good. No rush. Can lay here for a while. She laid her . . . more
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March 17, 2007 03:20 PM EDT --
Afternoon sun touched the cloister garth. The office of None had just completed. Sister Teresa walked slowly down the cloister from the church, letting her failing eyesight search for the opening to the . . . more
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November 05, 2007 05:50 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica walked slowly from the church along the cloister and paused by the wall. The sun was warm; birds were singing from the mulberry tree in the cloister garth. Shrove Tuesday. Pancakes. . . . more
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November 07, 2007 04:36 AM EST --
The priest thumbed ash on Sister Scholastica’s forehead, his thumb firm like that of Francis whom she thought she loved once. Memento homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris, the priest . . . more
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November 13, 2007 04:35 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica waited in the cloister with the others nuns. The mass in church was soon to begin. She looked briefly into the cloister garth; caught a sight of the spring flowers in the flowerbeds; . . . more
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November 16, 2007 04:13 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica passed the salt to the nun beside her on the refectory table. Anticipation of the needs of others; charity in action; the nun nods and smiles. The roast beef succulent; the dark-brown . . . more
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