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This is how septolets in motion are done. Congratulations to all those whose stories are published here.

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The textures of sea fibre, rattan rings and jute twine give this work by Pinaree Sanpitak multiple different textures especially in their placement against solid painted wall and tile floor. This to my mind adds a dimension to the artwork called Womanly Bodies as it emphasises the soft pliable form of the the female.

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These suspended tubes of different sizes, shape, volume and form follow the female body which has the same variations. The fragility of the pieces belies the inner strength of the work which again mirrors the female with those same hidden inner strengths.

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The artwork is described by the gallery that “Rather than offering a literal representation of the body or a fixed definition of femininity, Sanpitak evokes a play of perceptions to convey the complexity of women’s lived experience.”
The kick in the stomach woke her. “Stop spinning you bastard,” her husband yelled as his arms flailed and his leg moved into position for another punch to the gut. Cassandra moved quickly, shaking him from sleep. Travis awoke with a start; pale, sweating and obviously frightened. “Cassie, thank god you were there.” His eyes were wide with fear as though he could still see the demon of his dream. “The web the spider wove is supposed to catch dreams and filter out the bad ones but she was enmeshing me, making me part of the world wide web.
In response to Charli’s prompt for 99 word flash fiction where she asks:
November 16, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) use the word mesh in a story. Mesh is both an object and a verb, which you can freely explore. You can play with its sound, too. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by November 21, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published November 22). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!


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Janice took some deep breaths and spread her arms out to the sky. “I can do it” she muttered under her breath although her fear of flying was freezing her as hard and turning her as white as marble. One more deep breath and she dialled the airline to book her ticket. “Breathe” she whispered wondering how, if she was struggling now to control her fear, would she ever get on the plane.
“You’re booking number is R I P 76543.”
“I’m sorry but you’ll have to cancel the ticket.” Janet stammered.
In response to Zoe for this weeks hosting and prompt.

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Dirty plates filled the kitchen sink. The pots sat in the laundry tub. Sarah donned rubber gloves but the wall stains caught her eye. ‘That’s me’ she thought, ‘a blot on the female gender. She started to sketch.”Bugger. No time now to wash up; her sister’s toddlers would have to drum on the lampshades today.
In response to Sonya’s Three line Tales.

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for Skywatch Friday where skies from round the world can be seen.

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When Roger suffered a little cabin fever we went for a walk and came across some experimental things. The first was the smart litter bin. I hadn’t seen one of these before but I remember the articles in the local paper when council decided to experiment by putting a few in. I guess the experiment failed (or is still in progress) because knowing our council the experiment had proved successful I would have seen this type of bin all over the shire.

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Art work is experimental to some extent as well. All those experiments that fail we don’t see in galleries and in display in public places. Or do we? An artist may well deny their art is experimental but when you do something for the first time I think it has to be an experiement of sorts. What do you think?

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Again an art work. Ad hoc? Experiment? It is in reality a door.

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We walked and around the other side of the structure on the left was a dead end. My heart sank. I wanted to go back a different way to the way we’d come. I wanted to experiment. There was one way through under a low ramp that led to another building. “Come on ” I said and folded myself into an ungainly crouch. With knees hurting I made it through. Roger looked unsure. He was not sure that this experiment was going to suit him and he was right. But it gave us such a good laugh that it was worth while watching him with his hips and shoulders giving him gip rolling under. The dogs had no problems.

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From a distance I saw the structure of the pine trees. They look like totem poles I thought as Muffin waited patiently (yet again) for me to take my photographs. I have to experiment and see if I can get a photo that shows the totemness of the trees.

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The results were interesting but they still looked like trees.

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I think it must have been an experiment planting these here as I would have thought we were too tropical for connifers and perhaps that is why there tops look deadish. Or perhaps it is our white cockatoos.
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