Sin… in a mo, Flo…

In a mo, Flo. That was her name. Not ‘Flo’, not ‘Mo’, not ‘In a so and so’. Just ‘In a mo, Flo’. Simple. There you go. Well, occasionally one or another would go, “Hey, Mo Flo!” thinking it was rather funny....

Sin… the extra finger…

She went to great trouble to always keep her left hand hidden, until the fateful day when she fell and put her hand out to save herself. Then everybody could see that tiny extra finger. “Freak.” That’s what they called her after that. Or...
Sin… Time…

Sin… Time…

The clock is evil. It’s corrupting Time. It hangs on the wall, a little to the left of the TV, and laughs at us. It has a face, doesn’t it? And hands? Then it can laugh. And it can show us the two fingered salute. Poor Time doesn’t stand a chance,...

Sin… her…

I was sure it was her, and ran to catch up. 15 years since I saw her last, and I still remembered her walk and the colour of her hair and her… sense of self. She knew who she was. In a world where most were flailing about in a sea of senselessness, she knew....

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