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William BerezaonUnsplash The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) dashed down from her apartment (all six floors), then trotted across a couple of roads to get to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro; she was about to enter the establishment, and she was sure she could smell the particular aroma of a cigar... she smiled... a lot. La Raconteuse scanned... |
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frankhubeny.blog
When I opened the door to Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro I was surprised to see the tall, thin man who said he got here before I did because he took a mathematically complicated short cut inspired by his proof of the Collatz conjecture he didn't think I'd be able to... |
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frankhubeny.blog
Once upon a time I listened to the yadda, yadda, yadda of a spell echo round the cylindrical walls of a black cauldron filled with a smelly, syrupy soup concocted to fix whatever it was the witch doctor stirring the pot said was wrong with me. Doc ladled some of the syrup into a cup... |
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lunas-online.com
Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook Under the ground"You said it's a secret?""Hush, don't make so much noise.""But what is it?"It's something down there.""All right, what are we going to do?""We're going to burrow down.""It's a new place, at least.""It'll be fine, and it smells okay.""Right then. Time to dig."Sometime later, the two of them had... |
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