Category Archives: The Stones

The Stones – 5 (End)

And I turned, turned from what lay behind, that I might better see what lay ahead. ***** With shouts and much heaving of rope and chain, the Justine hoisted anchor and left the port. The other travelers were reluctant to … Continue reading

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The Stones – 4

Once more within the Potter’s house alone I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay. — The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, no. 82 ***** The noonday sun blazed over the marketplace. On the balcony of a small cafe, Rhonda shielded … Continue reading

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The Stones – 3

In came wine, out went secrets … ***** Rhonda was sitting on the couch, glass of Shiraz in hand, when the front door opened. Dave came in slowly and leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath. In the … Continue reading

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The Stones – 2

All unwilling captives find a way to break their chains … ***** Sixteen years. Rhonda Tidewater Bradshaw touched the wallpaper in the dining room. It was gilt with pure silver, woven with threads of silk. It was a wedding present … Continue reading

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The Stones – 1

A tale of loss, betrayal … and madness. *with grave apologies to the late Edgar Allen Poe and George Eliot* ***** I stare at the mirror in front of me. It shows me the room in its stark blandness: the … Continue reading

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