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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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A Different Way My father once told me that you can drown in flax seeds. Claimed it had happened to a neighbour’s child when he was a kid. I’ve never bothered to look it up, but it always sounded plausible to me. Probably because of how much a field of grain moves like the waves…
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A Thief’s Tale Gabby moved smoothly along the crowded platform towards her mark. Slowly, casually closing the distance. She had spent half the morning watching the jewellery store, waiting for the right person to make their purchase and exit. Pine’s Jewellers was a high-end store. She knew she could only dip one of their clients…
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