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095 Oysters

Henry tells the story differently each time. Always the holiday house is the same, and much bigger in his young memory than it could possibly have been in reality

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093 The Fox

Sara has known the town clock face her whole life, but tonight it seems changed. The hands move through five minutes whilst she's standing at the window watching, yet she cannot see them moving. It waits for her to blink.

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092 Da

Mrs Doherty said Da's head hadn't so much rolled down Clare Road as bounced. That mothers walking to school had pulled their children to their stomachs shading them with their winter coats from The Terrible Sight.

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091 Flash Fiction Winners 2016 Part 2

My church prayed before a dreamboat Jesus. Twice on Sundays we tilted our faces to Him and although His hands were nailed, His ribs gashed and His feet squished awkwardly together, it was plain to all, He did that crucifix proud. 

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