Tag: flash fiction
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New Collection
Sitting on the front step, enjoying some unseasonal sunshine. A crow flies down and lands on the lamp post. I’m thinking that would be a great picture for those stories I’m writing. Yeah, I know. Who calls their collection, even a short collection, “Death”? It’s…
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Ten Pounds
The sun was setting behind the old multi-storey. He remembered coming through to town when he was young, walking down the thin corridor in the shadows between the car park and the shops and out into brilliant sunshine. The sun was setting now and there…
