K. Tempest Bradford — Peripatetic Author, Podcaster, Teacher


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    • February Microfiction The LocketFebruary Microfiction: The Locket
      "This makes no sense," Tulla said. She'd said about five times up to that point, as if repeating the statement would manifest someone who would then make it make sense. But that wasn't going to happen because it did not make sense. The locket on the sidewalk was not a picture. It also wasn't a mirror, yet it was a reflection. Just of someplace that didn't exist....
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      The copper scarab sailed over the Nile, flying so fast over the green waters of the delta that boats in its wake dipped and bowed as if pushed by an invisible hand or a strong wind. Atet hummed the machine higher in the air, and Ibi felt the reaction of the soldiers in the cabin. Before, they were awed but fearful, now they were terrified. None of them had ever been up this high, had to look so far to find the horizon--not that most of them were looking. Only Ziwat was enjoying herself, leaning as far out the back of the cabin as she could and still feel safe, calling out every feature on the ground she recognized from above. If Ibi had been in control of her body, she would have laughed. They followed the path of the water until the delta waters coalesced into the river proper, then turned West toward the Library. As they drew closer there was a change in the vibrations resonating up from the ground to them. Atet opened herself up more so Ibi could begin to understand--the three pyramids of the Library were responding to the song, just as the scarab itself was....
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