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He says he wants to quit smoking, but by now those words are perfunctory. Along with I need to go for a run and we..
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He says he wants to quit smoking, but by now those words are perfunctory. Along with I need to go for a run and we..
Fiction
She died at the age of thirty, at the clothesline in her own back yard on the first day of summer vacation. Dropped straight to..
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Two pieces of flash fiction by poet and translator, Allison A. deFreese.
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It was the year of strange weather. Whirring blades of Chinooks above him, he rehearsed a monologue sometimes, in preparation for a testimony he felt would be demanded, soon.
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The first letter of Georgia’s name was supposed to be a tribute to a dead great grandmother on her father’s side that no one remembered.
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The Garden Spy is from Aamer Hussein’s anthology, Restless. The book is a collage of fugitive fictions, reminiscences of friends, and personal essays which, when read in sequence, offer an unofficial picture of one writer’s private and public lives.
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A collection of four works of flash fiction presented in the style of four works from a museum.
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The moonlight shined on your brown hair, wet and wavy from the sandy river’s flow. My toes clung to the bark underneath my feet, and..
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A thin line sometimes is all that separates genius from insanity. A person with a gift for music is called a prodigy, while the person..
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Sarah giggled as Ian breathed on her neck. “I forgot about how passionate you are. It’s like we’re teenagers all over again.” “We shouldn’t have..
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A bustling, well-tarred road divides the educational potential of Kasipatti town by gender. On one side lies the Kasipatti Boys’ Senior Secondary School. On the..
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Five glasses of lemon squash are placed in front of us. Mummy has taught me to never be the first one to reach out for..
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“I’m coming in a minute. Hold the door for me, won’t you, Robi!” Madhura yelled from somewhere deep inside the house. Robi, her son, was..
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Looking back, no-one could remember when the clown first appeared on the corner by the park. Everyone agreed that it was sometime last spring and,..
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My wife screams and my daughter’s hair-mottled scalp crowns. The doctor guides my hands and I grasp my daughter, her small body taught and alive,..
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Ma at the bookshelves, searching for new knowledge. She takes a novel between her calloused fingertips, rummages through the pages like she’s looking for something..
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ATTENTION PASSENGERS: Sorry to startle and disappoint, to inconvenience and annoy, but our priority one is not arrival or commute, it’s code for deliverance of..
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Everyone say black is the colour of death. But Emily know it ain’t true. Black is the colour of Mama bein’ alive. It the colour..
Flash Fiction
I wake up from my nap. The house is empty. You said you were going to the store, but that was many hours ago. In..
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A lean man of average height with intelligent eyes set far apart, a narrow chin, and a mouth that sloped downward at its corners, August..
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Every evening, she set up the altar afresh, because she couldn’t leave it out overnight. Even if it didn’t rain, the dew at dawn was..
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“There’s not supposed to be a test,” I said. The man behind the table gave me a skewed look, his mouth turned in a malignant..
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The tears came early that night, something she had expected. She had felt it building all day, a jagged boulder against her chest, sliding deeper..
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Alan finds a glade with no overhead branches that might come crashing down if winds blow up. But hard ground, rough with exposed pebbles, frustrates..