I didn’t fall for flash fiction straightaway. There was an attraction, but I wasn’t sure about this fleeting, incisive form until I tried to nail it.
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I keep thinking ahead to when this will be a memory. The worst spring. The spring when the blossoms and the birds were oblivious to our cries.
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A conversation with Samuel Dodson
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Now I am standing before this timelessly powerful monument, breathing the cold air in awe, remembering the House of David and the crusades, thinking that this is the source, this ...
Doing a night feed with a milk-drunk baby in my arms. All of my decent ideas are formulated during night feeds, it’s a precious time for silence and space and ...
When I first read this piece I immediately felt alert, tense, curious, invited to reread, to guess, to be bounced about like a pinball on a fast glittery ride.
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At first she liked the best of us, the quiet ones with jobs who had showers in the same place every morning. But she was a thirsty girl and soon ...
I realise I was never wired to say ‘no’ when my hippy aunt Merle is levelling me with two bottle green eyes asking for an egg donation.
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