Squiddums' published ficlets
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Mrs. Gorse's Dogs
The sound of gravel grinding against tires leaked in through the window, and Mrs. Gorse peered out into the dark.
Two sets o…
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Birds nightly
Dom was forty-one, and he’d only ever dreamed of birds.
He’d be sitting on a cliff and feeling the wind whip around him, an…
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Twelve
Twelve is strong; it’s months, and the number of hours before you start over again at the beginning, the years when a kid is …
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Vigil
They were in the valley when they saw the fire – a pinprick on the slope, light welling out.
It was promising.
They crept …
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Knives
Five tries, and the knife was sharp.
Sarah drew it along the edge of her thumb, drawing blood, too sharp to sting.
It was …
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Knitting and lectures
After the lecture, he put it out of his mind. It was not something that needed to be thought about – lecturing, expounding on…
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Another path
College dropout. My classmates are jealous.
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Urban Beautification
Jeffrey felt that Reykjavik grew tired and melancholy in the fall. He bought a number of colorful umbrellas from a flea marke…
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A quarter-inch off the floor
Once, my children, we roamed the earth, scrounging what we could find between grains of sand, in burrows, in the gutters.
T…
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Curiousity
Some people let fear take over their life. Some people are too stupid to be afraid of anything, or maybe they think they pick…
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Some mornings...
It had never been such a struggle to get out of bed. The blankets felt like lead, the most comforting, warm lead that ever we…
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What the man heard
The man, watching through the twigs of the sprawling shrubbery he hid behind, adjusted his headset, twisted a dial on his lis…
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