Short Fiction

Young girl with a ukulele

Her song lasted less than three minutes - by the epic standards of most folk songs, hardly worth tuning up for. We regulars understood the reason for its brevity. She...

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Operation Bird of paradise

I’m smoking an agreeably mild cigar. The sun is dipping over the dark blue ocean, but the air is still warm. The sound of a tropical stringed instrument, a man...

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Jacko

Sometimes I can hear the bird late at night. At least I think I can. Out here, I don’t sleep as well I used to. There’s something about the warm...

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The walk

He was taking his morning walk with the dog. It would be the river walk: through the orchard, into the wood, along the riverside path, then back up the lane,...

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