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Blend (A Short Story)

  ‘Hey,’ Catelyn chirped as Eddie entered the kitchen. ‘How’s the latest masterpiece?’ ‘Drying. I know you jest, but I think it just might be.’ Eddie filled a tall glass with a gush of tap water. His hand shook as he gulped it down. It took all his control to hold back from spilling to her what he had done. He kept one hand, his painting hand, in his pocket. ‘Oh? When can I view it?’ ‘Soon.’ Fumes from a slow-cooking concoction stirred bittersweet longing. He had missed her meals. Eddie absorbed Catelyn as she checked on the chunky victual. Tommy sniffed around her legs with canine expectation. ‘How are you feeling?’ Eddie asked. She replaced the lid, settled the spoon on the edge of the sink. ‘Better. I keep trying to feel things changing inside.’ ‘That’s good. I’ve missed you being well enough to cook.’ Catelyn let out one of her startling laughs. One more thing he had missed. Their home had long absorbed all echoes of prior levity. ‘Well, I can’t promise it...
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The Convoy (sample)

    Oo’ll be warm ‘n all apart Oo’ll be walkin’ through your heart Don’t be wary, just be quick A-runnin’ through the forest thick   Oh, thing thingeree, thing garoo Our thingeree thinks straight through you A-bom bomalee, stepping through dim dimalee, watch us do   Where colours bleed, o’course we ain’t Warm ‘n red, our livin’ paint Oil ‘n water, slippin’ through Oo’ll be me ‘n they’ll you be you   Oh, thing thingeree, thing garoo Our thing thingeree thinks straight through you A-bom bomalee, stepping through Dim dimalee, watch us do   - Sung by erstwhile convoys, origin unknown   1   Wind howls through the settled streets, licks over walls and under eaves, wh ips around rickety doors and unlatched windows, rattles through the loose planks of the storage shed door in which the young girl huddles with her baby son. It was rash to run away. Shivering, the girl pulls the thin blanket tighter t...
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