Originally posted Dec. 16, 2012. It’s not quite thresholds – but, as it turns out, I don’t have all that many stories about liminal spaces.
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It happened once in a generation, or maybe twice – twins born on the cusp of the day, so that one was born to a sinister day, and one to a bright day. The one born to the sinister was taken away, to be raised by others born in the night-days. The one born to the bright-days lived in the light.
“Come to the movies with me.”
See, that’s the thing: It’s the lever on a Rube Goldberg machine, and you have to see the lever, pull the lever, and then not catch the cat before it eats the mouse six steps later.
Both stories free for all to read!
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