Tag Archives: micro-fiction

They showed her how to eat wood

Susan is crushed after years of coming home to her boyfriend’s crying. Her emotions feel like glass. She has a job that abuses rather than nurtures, her employer doesn’t want to invest in people, he wants a battery. As she … Continue reading

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To crackle with the ice-poles

George couldn’t stand the heat, he took a shower and by the time he’d found the towel he was hot again. He ate ice cubes but it didn’t help so he climbed in with the frozen veg. Once he’d worked … Continue reading

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He Whined All The Way There

They say it’s for the best to have them ‘done’ – it makes them more affectionate and stops them spraying. The vet assured me that the chances of anything happening were slim. I felt guilt, it’s not a very nice … Continue reading

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