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Microfiction – Visionary

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:45:32 +0000


Desire is a strange thing. Time can sharpen, dull, and twist desire, but wanting never dies. In three millenia of life, this is the only lesson Lucky Welles has ever learned.

Euphemia Horbruth is grand, imposing, out-sized. Her favorite niece has always, she thinks, been the contrast to her – small somehow, retiring, a pretty wallflower with a pretty smile. “But,” she’ll say to her ex-husbands, “There’s a tart in there somewhere, mark my words. I just hope it’s her husband that finds it.”