R.A. Porter's published ficlets
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Pelham and the Silver Shirt, Part 1
No sooner did my eyes pop than Pelham glided into my bedroom with the morning coffee and tuck. “Your breakfast, sir.”
“I’ve …
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Pelham Presents
God’s honest, I don’t know how the great unwashed do it. Getting through prep’s easy: grease a scholarship boy’s palm and you…
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Body Spray for Dead Men
The girl at the register was too rapt in her phone, tapping messages to distant friends, to notice me duck out the door with …
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A Nasty Chore
Gordo planted the spade in the soft dirt and rested his foot on it. Lightly gripping the top of the handle, he slumped slight…
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A Day in the Death
That explained the burning in my throat at least. And Orangina wasn’t going to help it.
I should have been frightened. Mrs. ...
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Older and Bolder
Janine wanted to scream. Two and a half hours she’d been sitting in the waiting room; two and a half hours she’d been twisted…
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New(re)born
I’d never been so thirsty before. I must have stood at the fountain in Balboa Park for five minutes sucking up the cool, cool…
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