Micro Fiction
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Old Man
The old man rolls out of bed at 9:45am, his silver hair dishevelled, his eyes at the watery edge of blue. He finds the girl on the couch. He says, ‘I just got back from my run and swim. I… Continue reading
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Shining Humans
‘Hello, Moon,’ said Sun, as he watched her rise above the sea to meet him in the orange sky. ‘Hello, dear Sun. Must we always meet like this? I’d rather hoped we might run, today.’ Sun looked at Moon and… Continue reading
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A Friend Of Convenience
Her art is a friend of convenience. It absorbs her. It turns her delicate into raw and beautiful scenes of naked flesh on linen. It turns her hard into lashings of angry black with no recognisable form. The artist removes… Continue reading
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The Happy Driver
Arki was a taxi driver, but in his heart he was a writer. He knew he was a writer because the words never stopped racing in his mind until they were out. Neither did the joyous feeling they stirred in… Continue reading