birksy's published ficlets
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At Last
In the snow on the ground, running parallel to the flintstone wall, lay a track. It was hardly noticeable; the snow had falle…
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They Sit Cross Legged
They sit cross legged – together ‘cross the dirty floor they do little more than watch as wind let in through broken windows …
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Bunny Ears
She sat with bunny ears. Quiet with movement around her. A smile on her face, a loss in her eyes. This was the time to reflec…
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Watching with the Seagulls
Sshh. The roll of the waves or the sound from my lips. The noise of the sand as it flips under foot, the rush of the wind as …
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Thoughts Through a Window
A new car. On a spring. An empty new car. A new car no one else is sitting on. That could be my car. That will be my car. Won…
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Pinhole: Virginia Park
She stood watching. Still; her breath – the sole disclosure that she was more than stone and clothes, sculpture and scarves. ...
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Brown Ponies
A tuft of hair poking from beneath the bed. Brown like a pony dreamed of. Grazing the field, head bent, legs wide in stance. ...
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Wall
One step, two step. Skip. Almost trip.
“Be careful.” Not heard.
“Where are they, Grandad?”
Look left. Look right. Spin, balan…
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