microfiction

  • 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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  • “”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.” With a first prize of 20,000 dollars up for grabs, the César Egido Serrano Foundation has launched the VI Edition of their International Flash Fiction Competition, under the slogan ”Faced

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  • Nets

    She puts on one of her favourites. She likes it very much, this song. So much that she listens to it every day. Every single morning, the same song, just to start things off. She sways at her window, in front of the nets. People go by, on the street, and they look towards the

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  • Waiting

    I started this story a few years ago in a Roomers workshop. We were using the Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem ‘I Am Waiting’ as a writing prompt. I posted a version here in November 2015. This week I’ve been revisiting the piece. *** He’s waiting for the tram, at the junction. It’s the last of the

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  • Front of the House

    Look at him working. The way he smiles at every customer. He’s impeccable. But when he goes to his room at the back, at the side of the kitchen, the smile is gone. He sips clear liquor from a teacup, mutters under his breath, and watches everything through the round glass in the top of

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