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A Word in the Hand. January 16, 2016. Lisa had no idea why anyone would want to jog in the city, let alone in a tutu. The thought, bitter as it was, didn’t cause her to falter, or prevent her from breaking stride at the next mob of spectators to curtsey in their direction. It had a response date of Friday, she managed, uncharacteristically defensive. I couldn’t take the suspense. She blinked once, utterly bewildered, then turned to read the message on her screen as he explained. Yes, she said simply.
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A dance at twilight | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. A dance at twilight. A dance at twilight. March 19, 2015. Or maybe they just got tired, as even I get tired, now and then, and draw away, begging for rest, trying to resist the pull of his deep brown eyes. Just one more dance, baby, what harm can it do? I have a presentiment then, as vivid as a memory, of a sudden catastrophe, barely comprehended, of a gas explosion or a bomb blast ripping through the pretty room. And I laugh at myself, for how could such a thing touch us here? You ar...
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A Fire in the Blood | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. A Fire in the Blood. A Fire in the Blood. April 12, 2015. So here I am again. Three years of little fetch and carry jobs, of dirty, arm’s length, if you slip we never asked this jobs, of being an ear in the crowd, an eye on the wire. Three years nearly walking away, three years coming back one last time. Why do I do it? For the fire in the blood. And why do they ask? They’ve thieves as good, I know. Better thieves? No But thieves they can trust. They’ll not, but. And here he is again,...
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Better this way | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. February 24, 2015. Her stare is hard and level. Ten years from now it will give some hapless swain a lot of trouble, but for now it’s focussed on t he jar I’m holding. I’ve learnt to laugh at times like this, to say, of course it’s a trick, and wink. It’s better this way. Laugh first, and their laughter hurts a little less. The words are on my lips, but as the jar vibrates in my hand I see the sliver of uncertainty behind her stare. It’s better this way. I meant this for #. Click to s...
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Echoes | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. February 18, 2015. I sat for a long time, thinking without words, hardly even aware of my own thoughts, entirely unaware that Gareth had joined me until he said softly. You’re missing your party. I managed a shrug of studied indifference. I don’t dance so much, any more. I would have been the first. He knew I meant it as an apology. I hadn’t always taken his dislike of my of that man well. The third. That’s why I was so sure. It’s a good job you were always such a rotten shot. You are...
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. . . Alex Brightsmith | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. March 5, 2012. I want to tell you a story. No, scratch that . . . I want to tell you a whole lot of stories. I want to tell you about mistrusting, mistrusted Kathryn Blake – traceuse, pickpocket and cat-burglar – the girl who got into Kimine’s machine on the ground floor, and smashed it all to Hell. I want to tell you about Mirabella of the Untouched, and what happened after she failed to commit suicide-by-contact . . . That’s here: http:/ www.goodreads.com/author/show/6...If you enjo...
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Untethered | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. March 23, 2015. It’s just the mist, he said. The encouragement had faded from his tone through many repetitions, though he still forced a smile. It was not the mist, but I could not tell him so. In thick fog I might have stepped boldly onto the bridge, but the mist was torn into streamers, and dizzying glimpses of grass and rock and surging tide made my vision harder to ignore. He took my elbow impatiently, but still I could not explain. Inspired by # VisDare. A dance at twilight.
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A Word in the Hand. Behind These Walls – a Human 76 story. June 18, 2016. Old bonds were fading, and new peoples were forming, settled peoples able to defend their own, nomad peoples inured to loss, all manner of peoples. There would always be Searchers amongst them, all the same, as long as there were people such as the Prometheans to prey upon the weak. but Ghabrie is not […]. For a Maiden Fair. June 4, 2016. Don’t stay late. May 25, 2016. Never to be yours. February 29, 2016. His voice startled her, a...
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Buy me | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. Has appeared in two novels, Viennese Waltz. And Find the Lady. Which are available from all the usual places (here’s a few of them: Amazon.co.uk. You can also find out more about Jinavail of the She-Bear. In the Anthology Club collection Cutthroats and Curses. Read three midwinter tales of mine in the J.A.Mes Press anthology Tales by the Tree. Or find out how Chrissy Finch fits into the fragmented post-apocalyptic world of Ghabrie in Human 76. Want to know more? To her potential emplo...
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No never, no more | Alex Brightsmith
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A Word in the Hand. No never, no more. No never, no more. February 27, 2015. It was only a pebble from the stream, bright ‘n glistening in the sunshine. When I showed Ethan, in spite of knowing he’d tell, it was ‘cos I hardly thought anyone’d care, ‘cepting it was pretty. I think of it sometimes in the sunshine, all soft ‘n yellow ‘n gleaming, but I never can see why they were scared of it, or of the strangers they said’d come after it. I’ve been away from VisDare far too long. Here’s the prompt. You are...