Tag: fiction
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Conversations in the Time of Corona
A COMEDIC VIGNETTE “How ya doing, Franz?” He stared back at me in silence. “I said how are you doing?” I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out spaghetti, shoveled it onto a plate and placed it in the microwave. He doesn’t even have the decency…
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The station, 1903
We walked to the station in silence.Your bags had been packed for a week.I told you I was happyyou were chasing after all you seek. But my grief was welling up inside.My strength taking its toll.I wouldn’t look your directionfor my spirit I couldn’t console. Your hand touched my back and I stiffened.A deep breath…
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Don’t run
VIGNETTE I backed away, slowly inching toward the river. My breathe calm and steady even as my heart raced. Thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump. Doing my best to avoid direct eye contact, I froze when I heard the crackle of the branch under my foot. Time stood still for a fraction of a second that seemed to…
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WP: Earl
MONOLOGUE (1-minute): Mia, 8 years old I have a fish named Earl. People ask why I named him that. I don’t know… I just looked at him and said “Earl!” That’s how I do things. It feels right. Like if someone looks sad, I give ’em a hug. If someone looks mad, I try to…
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WP: Morning Habits
VIGNETTE Looking down at my fingertips, I notice them black, smudged by the paper. It’s part of my habit. Coffee brewed at 6:30 am every morning for the past twenty years. An English muffin topped with sweet marmalade and three slices of jalapeño. And a single fried egg with bacon. Always with bacon. Some people…
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Pre-Scene: Hills Like White Elephants
The girl leaned into his back, her arms wrapped around his waist as the American slowed the motorcycle to a purr. On the southernmost tip of Gibraltar, the Europa Point Lighthouse stood in the distance, casting a light as if to direct all who needed its guidance. He turned the key, pulling it from the…
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WP: Bedazzled
She stumbles toward me on the F-train. Her thin earlobes pulling toward her shoulders by the weight of the iridescent, glitter-sparkling, crescent-shaped moon earrings matching the bedazzled moon charms pasted on her two-inch, rainbow-painted fingernails. A cubic zirconia encrusted tiara shifting toward her gold-speckled eyes as she breathlessly plops into the hard seat next to…
Angel K Will 