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[mamculuna]

AN AIR THAT KILLS

Heat pours silently up the staircase even before the flames grab the steps and crumble them.



ALICE RISING

I don't mind it so much, being a ghost--except that it gets so monotonous, over the years, hearing people say the same things at my grave, never getting any news or entertainment.


THE CONJURE WOMAN

The dew would cover the ground, in England this early on a summer morning, each tiny leaf outlined in brilliance, but here heat burns the air so no dew falls, here the air is heavy and thick with moisture and the sun fires through the steam.

Comments

[ann1962]

I would like to read Alice Rising if you ever allow her out for public consumption ;-)

[(Anonymous)]

If I ever get her written, I'd be delighted!

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That was me. My computer doesn't always play nicely with LJ.