There were many parts of Rosa that acted outside of her direct control and she would watch from somewhere above or outside while they got on with it. Most of the time they just responded to whoever was in the room, but occasionally one took the initiative and went out on a limb, so to speak.
Part of the current Mash Stories competition, Control contains the three necessary key words, ankle, fashion, and criminal, and opens a small window on the world of a woman or girl victim of abuse. The story draws on recent events in Yorkshire, UK where child victims of sexual exploitation were sometimes themselves criminalised and returned to their abusers, and reflects the dissociative impact of sustained trauma such that the prose is also detached and relies on implication and inference for its impact.
Probably not a story to enjoy, as such, but I hope it has meaning and does not betray the victims of this appalling crime.
Spirits of the Freeze-Sea is the story of the dreadful consequences for Izzy and her sister Shalla when Izzy forgets she mustn’t close her eyes to the ice spirits. Told in three parts, Spirits of the Freeze-Sea brings together All the Birthdays*, Dancing to the Wild Ice**, and the new Shalla’s First Ice Shatter. Available for eReader download from Cut A Long Story, price 99p.
*First seen on Readwave
**First seen in Lancaster university DLMA 2013 showcase as Dance to the Wild Ice.
Terminus’, The room stinks; pinned-shut curtains, asleep on their makeshift wire, silently breathe in odours of dead food and trap them there. 275 words. In Fine Linen journal, January 2015. This is a subscription magazine.
From the recycler: ‘Arthur’s Stone’ Full of Crow – October 2011. “She thinks the woman thinks she is harassed and that she can identify with that. She thinks the woman does not know the meaning of the word.” A snapshot of life with a man who has autism. 709 words
Five Things That Are True and Six That Are Not’ Lascaux Flash competition 17/03/14; 249 words
‘Frozen Fireworks’, Readwave, February 6th, 2014. The last real day is bright and brilliant with a sky full of clotted clouds that tumble along like cream puffs in the thickening air. When the storms break, they cast scaled and feathered flying things down onto the sand, and the sand begins to swim like wet concrete around them. 292 words
“On a frozen beach, brown waves thundering under a gritty pier and a grittier sky, God got his own back and I burst, sparkling, into life.” First published by Full of Crow, October 2012. 699 words
image (c)conboy-hill 2014
image (c) conboy-hill 2014
‘People didn’t lose their souls, they had them confiscated for sinning. So what sin did you have to commit to become a dance-floor donkey?’ 249 words.
image (c) conboy-hill 2014
When the spirits dance, you have to dodge out of the way and cover your head so they don’t hiss sharp into your ears or quick-grab your tongue. Mostly though, you have to keep your eyes open …
Lascaux Flash Competition, March 6th 2013. Also in FlashFlood, April 19th, 2013. 245 words
‘In the walls of buildings, between the splinters of wood and the specks of brick dust, souls huddle and stretch by turns, waiting for their time to come.’ 200 words
Image modified from Andy Maguire’s original under CC by 2 licence. (c) conboy-hill 2014