HeyJaredRebecca Harrison
Rebecca Harrison sneezes like Donald Duck and her best friend is a dog who can count. Her first book, The White Horse, a gothic folk horror that’s Jane Eyre meets The Wicker Man, is out now on Salt Heart Press.
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The Man who Sold Bridges (opens the original)
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The first thing you should know is that bridges don’t always lead where you think they’re going to lead. If you splash out a bit, buy one of our top drawer packets, you’ve got a better chance, but bridges, well they’ve got a mind of their own and where they’ll go is up to them, you’re just along for the ride as far as they’re concerned, if they notice you at all, which if you ask me – I’d say they don’t. Me old mother, she met me father via a bridge back in the old days, so I owe a lot to them.
Dark and Lonely Waters (opens the original)
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Plain Winn (opens the original)
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Ain’t you ever tried outrunning the clouds? Not those ones right at the top of the sky, the ones all stretched out and wispy like attic webs, they don’t do much harm. I’ve never heard so much as a peep from them. Even when I’ve pulled the rags out of my ears and listened hard enough to count a spider’s footsteps. It’s the others, the lumps that troop over the chimneys, hoards of ‘em and all full of screams. I’d slip my hand from my ma’s and before she could screech, I was gone. I was only Elwinn
The Crumbling Stars (opens the original)
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Scissors, Needle and Thread (opens the original)
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Look up past the chimneys, past the starlings, past the sunset – a lady walks on the clouds. Call to her. She will still answer to Princess though all the castles of her kingdom crumbled long ago and are forgotten. Look through your telescope and you will see her – five freckles on her nose, and auburn hair half-way to curling. She lives too high to ever grow old. For time moves slowly in the cloud lands. See the purse hanging from her necklace? It once held a gift from her mother, the queen. A
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