H. Liam's published ficlets
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The Professor
The morning air is still and all that I hear is the sound of leaves crackling under my feet and the crunch of the gravel road…
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Into the Fog
The fog envelopes my face and bare arms as I cross Braverman’s farm. The harvest is long over and the field lies fallow. The …
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Late Night Room Service
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The hat
Coach Hill always wore a straw hat. He said that in Tennessee, men wear straw hats. Coach Hill’s hat was crushed in the back …
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Spent Nerves
I’ve chewed all of my cuticles, except the pinkies, to shreds. The guy in the room above me is playing nervous, repetitive gu…
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Breakfast at home
Sunshine flooded in the room. The sun rose quickly and the light crept up from my feet moving quickly until the bright light …
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Out of gas
We ran out of gas ten miles from town. As the car sputtered to a halt, I looked in the backseat. Not a scrap of food to be fo…
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The Missing Bathtub
After a long day at work, I was looking forward to a leisurely soak in the bathtub. Our bathtub was something from another er…
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New York at night
The sun set hours ago, but it was still light outside. Manhattan never truly gets dark. I haven’t seen the stars once in the …
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High-heeled imposter
I danced until my high-heeled shoe broke. I never wear high heels. I don’t actually own a pair of my own. I was wearing Thelm…
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The Real Thing
Maybe this lady is the real thing. I mean, she must have enough customers to be able to pay the rent on this place. This isn’...
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The Coach
I hadn’t seen him in ten years and I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever really known him at all. If more time passes by than…
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