Spiro, Spero's published ficlets
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White chrysanthemums bloom in her heart.
She played her mandolin at the fair grounds twenty seven times a year. She always sat barefoot in her folding chair, wearing …
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The day he decided to become an armadillo

In grade school, they all kept lists of animals they would turn into if possible. His wasn’t too impressive: turtle, blowfish…
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The Monkey and the Maiden

Monkeys make horrible spouses. They make even worse errant knights. (We won’t even mention how terrible they are at slaying …
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The mating habits of aliens: log 2-56
On this planet, true beauty comes from within:
“After we left, we went back to his place.”
“And? I need details.”
“He took…
