national flash fiction day

• The Juggler

  April 3, 2014

  Waldo the Sword Swallowing Midget was being carried out on a stretcher when Lucius arrived. In the stage manager’s office, Oliver Bunco was pacing and chewing nervously on a big cigar. Lucius called out, “Everything alright, Bunco?” “Did you see Waldo? Poor sod; he pulled out the big one and pulled part of his gut…

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• The Faces of Harry Slade

  June 22, 2013

  It had been a normal sort of Sunday, so far. The sun had shone for most of the day. Lawns had been mown. Cars had been washed. Children had been yelled at. And Harry Slade had lain in his bed. He’d lain there all morning. The sun squeezed through the closed, but gappy, slats of…

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