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#fridayflash : London Nights

#fridayflash, Prose, Writing By June 14, 2013 Tags: , , 11 Comments

Jane hopes that she doesn’t meet Richard Curtis anytime soon. If she did, she’d tell him exactly what she thinks of his movies. Especially if it were raining when they met. Because Jane notices when it rains in London. Jeez, does anyone not? Yes. Looking at you, Andie MacDowell! Jane doesn’t think that having Hugh Grant’s character, or any other man for…

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#fridayflash : The Girl Who Lost the Plot

#fridayflash, Writing By March 8, 2013 Tags: , , 11 Comments

I heard women talking and tried to focus on what they were saying. “A most peculiar looking creature to be sure.” “Who is she, do you think?” “Foreign, of that there can be little doubt. It is not the fashion that a lady’s hair be cropped so close.” “And the clothes we found her in. Why! Little more than sacking.”…

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Gunilla and the Deer

#fridayflash, Writing By November 16, 2012 Tags: , 16 Comments

When the first mist ribbon had snaked its way out of the forest and wrapped itself around their Saab on the road from Gothenburg, he understood how you could feel at home in a place for the first time in his life. Like being on one of those paths that only last for a limited time in fairy tales, before…

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#fridayflash – Welcome to Potirissi

#fridayflash, Prose, Writing By May 18, 2012 Tags: , , 16 Comments

Efthalia noticed the changes on her walk to the market that day. The worst potholes in the road had been filled in with great clods of earth, grass, roots and all. She almost stumbled on its evenness. Cratered for as long as she could remember, she’d often found her way home through the ruts and swells of the road in…

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#fridayflash – Doppelgänger

#fridayflash, Writing By May 4, 2012 Tags: , , 15 Comments

“Don’t I know you?” She’d heard him perfectly well but looked up and said, “I’m sorry?” He shifted in his seat. “I was just saying, I thought I knew you. You look familiar. I’m sure I’ve met you or seen you somewhere before…” She half-smiled, dipping her head down a fraction. “We have? You know, I can’t place you, sorry….

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