Category: Fiction Friday
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Too Long – a Fiction Friday Short
How long is too long? Helen had been there more than a decade. “Yes sir. I’m sorry; I’ll do it better next time.” She rubbed at a brown spot on her upper arm. Its twin was on the other side. “How long?” she asked the mirror. The phone rang. The phone stopped. Helen dressed in…
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Fiction Friday – Opposites – the mousey eyed woman
The mousey eyed woman turned away from the kiss. The new view was dying, brown, curled and crunchy beneath her feet. The view she had turned away from was greening. A train clopped by in the distance and the frozen pond before the mousey eyed woman refused to offer up a reflection. She could have…
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Fiction Friday – If Only I’d Remembered
“Everyone saw it.” The man rummaged a cloth handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and continued, “and they can see it again and again and again. It will probably be on CNN before the end of the day. Sure, they’ll blur it a little to save the public’s eyesight, or appease the network censors.”