HelenAngel's published ficlets
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Eight Down
The mewing of cats welcomed Dawn as she slid into her flat. A fat orange tabby tried to squeeze past a white-pawed black cat …
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Dry
He used to move through me like water rushes through a small canal.
Now I pad through the cracked mud and hold my y-shaped s…
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I can't dance
Her body crumpled to the floor like a discarded bag of potato chips. I turned around and walked out of the club, not wanting …
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Fast Forward
The square was nearly empty, though it was the middle of the day. Cracked, faded paint bore the name of a store that had gone…
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Empty Tables
My black boots clack on the polished tile floor. This restaurant is far too classy for us- two people who can barely make end…
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