The pain of knitting
“Here you are, sweetie.” I unwrapped the parcel knowing well its content — another cap. “Thank you so much, mother, you really shouldn’t knit you know.” I looked at her […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
The artefact
The rays of light from the torch cut through stale air of the secret chamber. Specks of dust scintillated in its sheen. Professor Detlev Hörder gasped. “Diz iz de crown […]
Icicled
Stockholm in december, frozen. Silence eating her. Icicled she stirred her tea. Just a week ago she’d felt selected. Unique. Her dreams were coming true. Only the audition first. She […]
The thrill of survival
I remember the darkness, the glitter of frost and carnivore eyes from depth of the woods. I remember how much the old apple tree’s branches resembled skeletal hands trying to […]
Thanksgiving nausea
He could hear his mother downstairs, just like always. Thanksgiving, pie and family, it made him nauseous. Horace knew the time had come; even dressed in bulky jackets change was […]
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