Tag: Flash Fiction
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Bad Spot
Bad Spot A little treat for HalloweenPlease don’t eat before you read Ed felt awful. It was going to be another bad day. He just knew it. He burped, and felt bile rise in his throat. He groaned. Ed Warsop was not having a good life. He’d been feeling bad for a few days now,…
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The Super Hero
Protected by the impenetrable shield of self-absorption the dark-haired young boy strode around the garden dispensing justice with his thumb-cocked finger-gun. He paused to mutter warnings to his foes and comfort to his friends before dashing ten yards or so to the other end of the universe to repeat the process. Hands on hips, the…
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The Big Game Hunter
It was dress-down Friday. When Colin walked in, she thought of Donald Trump. He was wearing a beige safari shirt and matching combat trousers. His blond hair had fallen to one side, like that combover that the Donald has. It looked like he was wearing a dead pale beaver on his head. This made her…
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Division Street
She was like a balloon that was too pumped up. She even felt tense, her skin too taut when he accidentally touched her as they passed each other in the small kitchen of the small apartment. He could feel himself stiffening and tightening in response. He noticed that he had unconsciously planted his feet, anchoring…
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Watching The World Go By
The cafe window was a large single sheet of glass. It was streaked with smears on the inside and streaked with dirt on the outside. Joe Bowden sat in the chair at the far and of the bar that ran the full length of the window. He always sat there. It was his place. The…
Writing Me Up 