Anders Erikson's published ficlets
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The Box
Jean picked up the box. She looked at the carved symbols, none of them made any sense to her. In all of her linguistics train…
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The Plum Wood Box
The pain her right knee returned and brought her back to the present. She had been awake for 32 hours and thinking about the …
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Caught
The rough angry hands pulled hard at his shoulders. Huge arms that had spent a lifetime lifting bales and sacks and wrestling…
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The Lock
That it would all end here in this small space seemed too pathetic, too absurd. That the battle was over, an epic struggle lo…
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