Flash Fiction
Red Streets
“All the good luck in the world doesn’t matter, someone always forgets to lock their window or their door.”
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“All the good luck in the world doesn’t matter, someone always forgets to lock their window or their door.”
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“Don’t go out with him!” A woman had appeared, suddenly, right next to the check-out counter.
The librarian smiled. “That’s the book you need, no doubt.”
She is currently screaming obscenities at him while police shove her into the back of their squad car.
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“You! We’re looking for a vagrant. Boy, about ten.”
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He imagined saying “Help” to a passerby.
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The hospital was just ahead now, pearly white in the rain’s fog.
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“Always the same thing. God-damned awful shows. Who makes this stuff? Who watches this? Pandering to the lowest common denominator.”
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The night before Christmas, the cat was especially perturbed. The sounds from inside the wall were louder than normal, more insistent than…
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“Known Copylefters, Mr. Salmon. Dangerous people who don’t believe in, or respect, Corporate rights.”
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Falling contained the strangest form of terror.
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Something in the photographer’s tone haunts him.