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Flash Fiction February Day 14 Catfish Blues Orly sat on the edge of the roof of a former strip mall and stared at the bobber of his fishing line sitting in the murky water a couple of feet below his boots. He had been sitting like this for a few hours now and his butt…
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Flash Fiction February Day 13 How To Reach Enlightenment From Dunhollow, drive east on highway 417 for seventy-three kilometres. Turn left onto McKenzie Rd, highway 48. In the town of Gorman’s Bay, watch for the detour. It will take you around a construction project before rejoining highway 48. Remain on 48 for another twenty-three kilometres.…
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Flash fiction February Day 11 Remnants – Reminders – Heartbreak – Absence Everything of yours is still here. The bed where you slept. Your favourite snacks. Everything where it was before you left. I can’t bring myself to get rid of anything. I can’t even bear to move them. It would be like pretending you…
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Flash Fiction February Day 10 Cooking For Her Travis sipped his coffee, placed his cup on the counter and let himself out into the garden. It was early enough that there were still traces of dew in the shadows and he paused to breath in the smell of damp earth and growing things. Moving down…
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Overheard On Holiday “You seem irritable today.” “I’m not irritable, I’m irritated.” “I would think that if you weren’t irritable, you wouldn’t be irritated.” “If you would stop irritating me, then I wouldn’t be irritated.” “Well, if you weren’t irritable, you wouldn’t find me irritating.” “You are irritating me because you are an irritant, not…
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Behold What You Have Wrought “Tell us where you’ve been Clairissa.” The man was tall, in his mid-thirties and in her very objective opinion reasonably attractive. “I haven’t been anywhere.” She’d been playing this call and response game with the tall man and his heavyset partner for about four hours and a bit. Call it…
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The Residence “Welcome to The Residence!”, declaimed Harold Gorman proudly. “You’re making a bold, smart, home-buying choice!” “Well, with the real estate market the way…”, Yuri began. “Market, Shmarket!”, Harold cut him off. “The Residence is going to completely change the real estate game! The potential here is virtually limitless!” Yuri Chernikoff cringed inwardly and…
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The Maker Yusuf ran his eye over the piece of hickory held in the jaws of the vice before him seeking imperfections. The plane in his hands would’ve shamed a razor with its edge. He made a few slow, smooth passes along the wood and looked critically at it again. Master Marat had said many…
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Don’t Open That Window “Does that plane look like it’s on a normal flight path to you?” Doug’s wife looked up from the novel she was reading. “What plane is that then?”, she asked peering skyward and feigning and interest she definitely didn’t feel. She was just getting to the juicy bit and didn’t feel…
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