Category: Flash Fiction
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It was on this spot of shoreline that Ben’s body had washed up, almost a month ago now.
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A blast of Granda’s biscuit scent fills my nose
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For the first time in my life, it feels like there’s no path forward
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It lives in our mouths before we’re born and impregnates our last breaths.
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“We have time,” I say. “That’s just the warning bell.
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“What is the nature of your visit?” “Ve arr nut visiteeng. Ve arr leeveeng heer.”
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Isobel wakes up earlier than usual today. Still, under the blanket, she watches the sun stain the sky a deep purple from the glass slats on the roof.
