Flash Fiction
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The Night Bus Sleepers
“We are not nocturnal or diurnal, we’re the sleep deprived and tired. We are strong dreamers. We hold our head high even while sleeping. Our hands and cold hard glass our pillow- we need little else.” Continue reading
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Birdbaths in her Palms
When it rains in this chaotic city, it pours, causing chaos and awe. The powerful rain transforms the city and its people into a symphony of water and emotions. Continue reading
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One Day…
Sally, drawn to the seashore, contemplates the perpetual struggle of the waves and the longing for the distant horizon. Watching the moon’s descent, she feels a kinship with its unattainable connection to the earth. As the waves retreat, Sally senses the earth’s desire to keep her grounded, but she hears the call of the unknown,… Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 