Tag: Ionicus- prose
Three Ships
The Fly On the Wall Picked
Aide-mémoire Picked
I don’t keep a diary. I used to, when I was a teenager. One with a lock and key to which I confided those little secrets that a young girl having underage sex could not publicly reveal. The first kiss; the fumbles and then… exaltation: “we copulated!”, I remember writing. It seemed more grown up than simply say, “we […]
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A Retiring Lady
200 words. I don’t go out very much. I am not a social animal; I am a stay-at-home, rather shy, type. I am not a reclusive but I value my privacy and if anyone tries to get too close to me, I retreat into my shell. Occasionally I venture out into the garden for a leisurely stroll at my own […]
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