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Six Sentence Sunday # 20

Posted on August 28, 2011 by Regina Richards — Leave a comment

He reached for the coin. His fingers never touched it. With the flick of his wrist the gentleman sent the coin sailing into the air. It tumbled among the snowflakes, flashing metallic among the white. But this time the gentleman…

Six Sentence Sunday # 19

Posted on August 21, 2011 by Regina Richards — 4 Comments

The cabbie frowned. His horse shifted and tossed her head. But the drunk hadn’t left. A white-sleeved arm extended out of the darkness, a glinting coin offered up by long elegant fingers. “Well, if I ain’t a’ Ant’ony Pig! A…

Six Sentence Sunday #6

Posted on May 22, 2011 by Regina Richards — Leave a comment

Dark smoke rose from the wick as cheap blackfish oil fed the flame. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, so different from the fine beeswax candles and clean-burning sperm oil lamps she’d grown up with. Yet she turned up…