The Collector

Words that she had guarded for so long, began to seep out from her heart. I think she was unaware, maybe she couldn’t hold them inside anymore. I gathered them together carefully, not wanting to overlook any one. I didn’t count myself as a hero, just as a presence to let her know she was not alone… and understood.


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The Mechanics of Time

It had been a while, in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had traveled. The machine stood in place, undisturbed. Returning to the past had taken its toll. I felt with each trip and return a part of me was lost, but I swore that I would find you again and that not even the forces of time would separate us….


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Lost Confessions

(Excerpted from a recently discovered letter..undated.)

My dearest love,

I can only hope the stars that I chose and sent to you continue to hold their shine. I look at the gaping hole in the night sky and miss the light of you emit in our everyday. I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. I myself, am of good liveliness within as thoughts of you carry me through this prolonged separation. The villagers here have been welcoming and generous in kindness. We can only hope that our efforts here are successful and help in the restoration and development of this and surrounding villages. The freedom fighters have long since left.

I know that in each letter I tell you but I cannot let this letter leave my hands without expressing to you how much I miss the presence of your being and the point of peace you represent in my life. I miss our little home and every thing that sits in its proper place there. Upon my return we shall sit close to the fireplace wrapped in a blanket, reacquainting our souls. Always know, my love that there is nowhere that I’d rather be than home with you.

Perhaps this will be my final mission abroad. The spectrum of settling down and living out our days together, grows larger..

4 Line Stories: Au Revoir


There was a different feel to the chilly autumn air

It was an unusual calm almost a stillness of life

Maybe the ghosts that haunted her had finally gone

Or maybe she refused to acknowledge them anymore


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4 Line Stories: Sealed


With their fate being sealed and buried

It was a tearful and heart wrenching goodbye

The hour of their new dawn was not yet upon them

As their clasped hands parted, time became a thorn in the flesh


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4 Line Stories: Behind The Scenes

The stage was set and all the props were in place

This was no ordinary production, it was all improvised

This was as real as it gets and the audience was in for one heck of a show

All the actors were well studied in the art of drama


photo credit: The Lace Market Theatre: The main stage. Seats 118. By Gellion and Lee


4 Line Stories: The Border

With the odds against, decisions had to be made

Once the walls went up, perhaps they would never see the light again

The border was there only hope and it seemed so far away

It was either life or living dead inside


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