Category: Other Writing
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Flash Fiction – The Old Man Under the Bridge
A new flash fiction for the New Year. * * * * She ran fast through the city streets. The first fireworks were lighting up the sky. She found him under a floodlit bridge. He stood, hands in his pockets, gazing at the lights reflected on the flowing river. A ball of red and golden…
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24. New Years Eve
On an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, not far from the international dateline, a young man was sitting on a white sandy beach. He shielded his eyes as a tall slender girl walked across the sand toward him. “So how are you feeling?” she said, sitting down. “I keep thinking I could…
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20. The End of the Twenties
I’m back with another “Fiction by Numbers” tale. We are now up to number 20. * * * * * In her apartment high on the hillside above Hollywood, Lotte raised her glass of champagne to the twinkling lights of the city. The air was sweet with the scent of hibiscus and geranium. The low…
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16. The Gulls
Another urban paranormal tale… * * * * * Seagulls normally flew ashore when there was a storm at sea, but that morning was fine and sunny. As Ed walked across the square in front of Circular Quay, he was amazed by the number of crisp white wings fluttering in the sky and then soaring…
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14. Time Travel
This week, a lighthearted tale… * * * * * “Do you want a seat?” the guy sitting by the bus window asked. “Sure,” Janey had been happy to stand, but now she saw the seat was free. The guy moved over and she perched next to him. He had a slide phone. Janey hadn’t…
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13. The Underworld
This week a short urban supernatural story….! The boy was taller than the other people walking through the tunnels to the railway, and moved with a swagger that set him apart from the crowd. His hair was black as a raven. His coat was long and slightly dirty, although he did not look homeless. His…
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7. Goblin Cabs
“If you had the chance to change your life, would you?” It was a strange question to hear on a street corner and the guy who said it was a strange-looking guy. He wore jeans, a sweatshirt and grubby sneakers, but his eyes shone brightly and his expression was impish. “You don’t look so happy…
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4. The Fourth Chair
Carl did not like his brother-in-law Phillip. Phillip always seemed to know things, almost like he could read Carl’s mind. From their first meeting, to the day of Susie’s wedding, to the funeral of Carl’s aunt a few weeks ago, Phillip had that smug smile. But now Susie and Phillip had arrived on the…