Tag: flash fiction
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Two Crows
Two crows down by the river. An old beat up guitar, you know the kind of one that’s travelled with you. Good company, seen the miles. Passing it back and forth. On the river banks. Here’s one I wrote. He smiles back at her. Here’s…
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Days
Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And…
