Fiction
When The Water Tables Turn
I walk through mostly empty ravine-like streets until I reach the Art Centre. The extremophiles are making a fortune today, it seems.
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Promises Made and Promises Broken - the NATURE of things
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Afterwards
Could a phrase reach her and encourage her to stand? Suddenly, all the furniture falls on top of her, the whole weight of the bed, the dining room table…
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A Change of Climate
The dog came to a screeching halt. Growling but at attention, oblivious to the hail, it stopped and stared at the Slim Jim, licking its jowls all the while.
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The Woman Who Married a Peepal Tree
The peepal by the river also seemed to be glowing in a special way that morning. Though the river reflected the sun just as it did daily…