The Unnamable's published ficlets
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Handing Down An Assignment
Thingoff tapped his ring finger in a tattoo on the counter below him. Yesterday’s assessment had worn him out. Finger calisth…
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How Do You Think He Does It?
He used his middle fingers. The very tips of those unmanicured digits caressing the parallel buttons almost sweetly. That dum…
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He Only Appears In The Moonlight
Red splattered across the graph-like neck of Mooney’s acoustic guitar. What calluses his fingers had been armored with had lo…
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Fetch
Her eyes closed, she basked in the band of sunlight like a mask across her face. She could tell he was about to say something…
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