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    Peripeteia
    Peripeteia
    Peripeteia
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    Peripeteia

    By Terry R Barca

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    What if it was possible for you to see into your future? What if it was not as simple as seeing? What if you had to choose between a series of possible futures? Would you? Would you want To? How would you deal with all the possible consequences? Madame Olga could help you. That is if you can find her.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTerry R Barca
    Release dateOct 30, 2019
    ISBN9780463096833
    Peripeteia
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    Terry R Barca

    I’m an author who lives and works in the Dandenong Ranges, on the eastern edge of Melbourne Australia.I take one day at a time but occasionally I’m attacked by several days at once.My amazing wife and I have lived in The Hills for forty-three years.My favourite colour is green and so is my favourite car.I started my working life as a Primary School Teacher in the early 1970s.Since then I have been a stained glass craftsman, furniture restorer, restorer of Player Pianos and music rolls, author (twenty one books so far, seventeen audiobooks, another on the way), photographer, basketball trading card manufacturer, basketball coach, basketball player, basketball referee, part-time shop assistant, newspaper columnist, homeschool dad, husband, father, grandfather, and a few other bits and pieces, and not in this order.I’m fascinated by people, but I prefer the company of dogs.I’m not frightened of dying, but sometimes life scares the hell out of me.I think that birds are cool but I don’t believe that they spend any time thinking about me, even though I give them lots of stale bread, and the occasional pizza crust........ ungrateful bastards!

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      Peripeteia

      a very long short story

      Terry R Barca

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      WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL

      © 2019

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      peripeteia

      /ˌpɛrɪpɪˈtʌɪə,ˌpɛrɪpɪˈtiːə/

      noun FORMAL

      a sudden reversal of fortune or change in circumstances.

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      Peripeteia

      I hadn’t noticed her before.

      She was not the kind of person who is easy to forget.

      There was a possibility of rain, but her market stall was uncovered — lacking the portable ‘gazebo’ covering that most of the stalls seem to have.

      Shiny black medium length hair, and a long black skirt with an off-white blouse.

      Embroidery was the theme, with her clothes and the white table cloth that covered her display bench all showing touches of colour applied by an experienced artist.

      She spoke softly, which made you lean in to hear what she was saying. A slight eastern European accent completed the picture.

      It sounds unkind, but she wasn’t beautiful or even pretty, but you forgot all the frivolous assessments as soon as she spoke.

      When I sailed by in my usual ‘craft market mood’, three people were standing in front of her stand, making it difficult to see what she was selling. I did a quick scan for signage, only to be disappointed.

      You may want to sit down, were the first words I heard her say, it may come over you immediately, or it may take a minute or two. Every person feels it differently.

      ‘Feels what differently?’  I thought out loud — I do that, talk to myself in crowds. It rarely gets me more than a quizzical glance.

      I’d separated myself from the rest of my family. Playing the doting grandfather wears a bit thin after a while, so a modicum of solo wandering is liberating. I could see

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