flash fiction

  • The Writer

    I often used to sit with him while he worked on a story. I could say that all the while he was writing, but often he’d only be reading over something he’d already written. He took ages over the smallest detail. I’d be in the armchair by the window, reading a paperback novel I’d brought

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  • Es su última oportunidad https://www.fundacioncesaregidoserrano.com/es/ The deadline has finally been announced. We have until midnight Spanish time on Friday December 31 to enter micro-stories for the sixth edition of the international contest of the César Egido Serrano Foundation. Two stories per author, maximum 100 words each, in Spanish, English, Arabic or Hebrew. Details and participation

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  • Life Drawing

    Maybe you could sketch me. I’ll recline, here on the couch, and you can study me all afternoon. No clothes, isn’t that the way it’s done? Turn up the heating, I’ll cover the cost. I’ll fall asleep eventually, drowsy with warmth, and you’ll be able to take your time, to notice the unguarded in my

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  • “”The César Egido Serrano Foundation was created to propose that the word be the tool of coexistence between cultures and religions and against all violence.” The closing date was originally 30 September 2021, but has now been extended, with the new date yet to be announced. The competition is open to writers from anywhere in

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  • Gone

    One morning he set off on his walk, but when he reached the point where he usually turns back and heads for home, he kept on going. For hours and hours, on he went, and all the while behind him the city was diminishing. Days later, when he remembered to glance back, the skyline had

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