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Friday, September 10, 2010
Fanblade Fable 3

Fanblade Fable 3

posted Monday, 3 November 2008

At the back of history there is a conclave of childhoods – as if forming a pact to create a concocted future full of grown-ups, whereas, all along, each child knows full well that all childhoods end with death. 


Hiver Jawn watched the latest fanblade spin slowly to a silent halt.  He unscrewed it from the fan-base and placed it carefully next to all his other dead fanblades … edge to edge … in a circle … like a flattened cone.  The result looked like a dustbin lid.


“Mum! Mum! I found it for you!” he lied, eagerly shouting and running down the back garden path towards her face at the kitchen window; flying-ants infested its dilapidated frame wherein the sash-weight hung.


Mothers never believe their children because mothers do not exist.

(written 2006)

Posted at 01:17 pm by Weirdmonger

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