Rachel Swirsky's published ficlets
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Falling Further In
At dusk, I arrived at the lake. Children skated figure eights, mothers standing on the side lines.
One button push, and the…
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My Way Out
I hate my mother.
Cold out. I throw on my ski jacket. Ugly red thing, but it’s warm. I need warm. I’m not going to be stupid…
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DNA Designs
“DNA Designs,” John announced as the door opened.
“I want my money back!”
The customer was a frazzled woman in a tan coat. ...
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Whistbone's Chase
In the back of her sleigh, Shoal shifted in her bundled furs. She scanned the ground for signs of pursuit, but the snow was d…
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