Kittykatmandoo
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Writer and Silversmith living in the Southern Highlands of NSW.
My works (both in writing and silver) are generally myth-based.
www.kittykatmandoo.com.au
http://kittykatmandoo.blogspot.com/
Writing
Mnemosyne
Archie’s eyes are heavy on me, curious. Accusing. / “But…June…” He jerks his shoulders. “Don’t you remember?” / There’s that sensation again, of grasping smoke, trying to fi…
The Persephone Agreement
Astonished, Penny watched the suave face of her father darken and bloom into a child’s tantrum. She loved him dearly, but what did he expect? She’d learnt early the duplicity of the phrase “busi…
Figment
“Unicorns,” read Rose, “are seekers of absolute truth; chaste creatures of moonlight attracted to the candescence of innocence. The horn of the unicorn holds a power many Kings of old were hungr…
The Basking Days
I’m awake before I hear it: Cl-clack! I know where I am immediately, no momentary rifling through countless rooms of the mind. For the first few seconds I could be thirteen again, or four, or six. W…
Reunion
The invitation said six-thirty. Vara, preferring people one by one to a crowd, arrived at six. One judgemental set of eyes at a time, thanks. / She positioned herself with her back to the bar so that…
Who is Margy Crebworth?
I twirl my forefinger round a tendril of hair, pulling gently, feeling the thickness slide away to a single strand. This I strum with my thumbnail, its metallic trill like the high twang of a sitar. T…
