flash fiction
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Little Transient Creatures
A man stood on the shore of a grand, calm sea, where even the edge of the water did not lap but hung with a curled edge over soft sand. Ahead, the blues and greens softly…
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To the Wall, Nonetheless
When we were young together, Harry, Alice and I were entered into a play. I suppose it was something for the school, or at least I don’t recall having volunteered to join. But there we were,…