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Short, sharp flash fiction. Asymp; Leave a comment. Eric’s phone lights up but he lets it ring out. A message flashes moments later. You promised. I want to say goodbye tonight. My neighbor’s changing this weekend, the driver explains. Big party. Giving me his Chevy! Eric watches a plane sweep up out of LAX. You had anyone change, buddy? Asks the driver as the ocean comes into view. You said you’d come. I’m here now, aren’t I? This is important. You’ll you’ll want to remember this. She nods and steps out...
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gtowell | Microfiction Monday Magazine
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Editions | Microfiction Monday Magazine
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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