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A short story written as part of a Flash Fiction exercise, the theme was the title “Sudden”. The silk scarf feels like a caress. At the mirror she takes care to fold it just so. It is important that it sits well. Small things like that make her happy. She admires the colours in the
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The day she finally did it, it was a Saturday and Sal and I were in town. I’d gone upstairs in the morning and brought her coffee, and asked if she wanted me to fetch anything for her. “No, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll head into town myself later. It looks like it’s going to be
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The street is crowded. So many people they merge into a blur. Just a flow of shapes. Save for the boy. Small still. Only three, perhaps four. He’d be invisible among the mass if it wasn’t for the balloon. A bright yellow thing, bobbing on a string. Trailing behind him in the crowd as his
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Lottie was my grandmother’s friend. As a child her name confused me. To my ear, Lottie was the sort of name you would give your favourite doll. A chirpy, foolish sort of name. Giggly and frivolous. So when I first met her, I was shocked to discover that Lottie was in fact an old woman.
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The tree stands on a mound at the top of the hill. From this vantage point it has views out across the fields and down towards the lonely row of houses that make up the village. Up there it’s possible to see everything. There’s nothing that goes unobserved. It’s form, silhouetted against a backdrop of
