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Sofa
Just 101 words long, this piece takes less than a minute to read. Micro fiction challenges prose writers to be as succinct as poets, who craft full narratives with powerful precise language.
First published here, 5 August 2022
Harriet and the Sparrow
Published first on Esoterica, March 2022
Rain fell on the roof of the cottage where Harriet lived with her parents. She sat at the window while they bickered in the kitchen. “Thin soup again,” said Father.
“Earn more; we’ll eat better.”
“A good wife makes the smallest sum suffice, stupid woman.” Keep reading.
A Guest on Christmas Eve
Published first here, December 2021
One Christmas Eve, Old Martha sat alone, her cat asleep by the fire.
Read A Guest on Christmas Eve.
Real Writer
Published first on East of the Web, 30 September 2021
Meg rented office #10a where she worked most weekdays, her desk facing the door, the window raised behind her. No drapes. No blinds.
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Mr. Harris
Published first in Deracine, Summer 2020
I close all the windows. The wind is picking up & the dust will blow in. In the streaming sunshine, a man walks alone on the dirt road.
Read Mr. Harris.
A Place to Get Away
Published first in Backchannels, Issue 4 March 2020
Before the wildfire some years back, Grandpa George’s summer place was an ageing cabin, a relic from a time when the mountain resort was a novelty to city dwellers, a picturesque place to get away an hour’s drive from downtown.
Read A Place to Get Away.
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