The twilight

This is a fictional story for the Sunday Scribblings prompt ‘Regrets’.
Being of sound mind and body I hereby bequeath all my worldly assets to the following:
The Sansbore Foundation
That’s it. They get it all. The only regrets I have, are that I lacked the courage to tell all of you to your faces how much I [...]

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In the course of being earnest…

Three Word Wednesday

Caress
Jagged
Ruthless

… it is usually best to prevaricate whenever possible. Truth is worshiped to the point of default. Much better to be a cynic.
“Quitting time”
For Ermondo ‘Ruthless’ Sanchez quitting time always brought a scowl to his squat and pug-nosed face. The ambient noise in the building gradually faded as the machines were turned off [...]

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Memory lapse

At Sunday Scribblings this week the prompt is Phantoms and Shadows or more specifically memory.
Memory is something I write about often and I even dreamed about this subject last night. We have a collective memory – at least now – and I dreamed it was a fondue pot. Everything that happens goes into the pot [...]

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Another late night

Three Word Wednesday

Cadence
Humble
Resolve

Never a humble man, Sven the blacksmith frequently boasted that his forge was the hottest in the three provinces and his hammer the biggest and most well used. Standing a few inches below seven feet and with nearly three hundred pounds of muscle, when he swung the heavy hammer down onto the anvil, [...]

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Blistered Feet

Sunday Scribblings offers a pilgrimage this weekend.
The haze grew no closer. The mountain range lingered above the horizon. Tantalizing white, coating the sharp edges and offering cool air in contrast to the heat ravaged plains over which she slowly limped, staff in hand. It was a gift from the shaman, many pilgrimages ago [...]

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