Microcosm
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Microcosm

Viking Strike

The rigid fibers lacing his palms pulled on his swollen knuckles.

An outstretched hand, thumb pointing up. Forefinger and third digit stretched forward. Fourth and fifth digit curled over the palm

Doddle MacCrimmon rolled the quill with his first finger, back and forth on the crude table as far as the feathers allowed, and glowered at his apprentice’s frozen corpse. Wind howled around his hovel and snow skittered against the thatch above.

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Nicola MacCameron

Are you creative? Everything I touch turns to art. Visual art, written, aural, tactile, you name it, I love it! Author of Leoshine, Princess Oracle.