cup of canopus 13

cup of canopus 13

Dreaming in Black and White

He got into her every pore, he filled her up, he penetrated her. He sought to become her conqueror, her possessor. Should she struggle, he tightened the noose, the jaws of the trap shut tighter, the barbed wire around her skin tore her flesh. She was no longer free.

How had she chosen this, she the most free person she had known? Was it his fault she had chosen him, her captor? She loved him,…

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Dirty Bird

Day dreaming
Now Katinka was the most efficient housewife in the village. By 10 o’clock every morning, she had finished the laundering and had set the bread out to rise. Her kitchen and rooms sparkled, and the hearth cracked with a bright well fed fire. It was her habit to air her home in the spring as she worked and one day, in flew a brown striped bird with a pink beak and a white breast. The tiny lark…

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