Category Archives: very short stories

The Sleep Walker.

It’s nearly time. The sun slipping below the horizon, the last of the golden hour quietly retreating from her performance as the curtain of night softly falls. Collectively they stand, milling around a desolate landscape, in silence. Only the quiet … Continue reading

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In Her Chair…

In her chair, listening to the priest quietly murmuring last rites as her final earthly breaths cut through the silence of the night. The only other sound, the clock on the wall marking time in the remaining minutes and seconds … Continue reading

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Blue snow.

Today I am not here. I am not here sitting on the rumpled unmade bed which I abandoned at 2 am, tormented by the ceaseless rasping sounds of my husbands snoring, whereby I left to occupy the sanctity of the … Continue reading

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