The Wait Child's published ficlets
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Money doesn't talk
My heart is fat
And my thighs are too
She bakes in the kitchen
And Bob Dylan sings a tune
She feeds herself coffee and cream
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Warm Impermanence
In the fading daylight
the beaten track is the same
but the journey is fresh and unmarked.The orange beams
of the headlight… -
Finders, Keepers.
In winter our boots leave footprints in the snow & we tramp through the bramble, marching & lifting our knees high. We amble …
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Shattered
The second crying fit came three days later.
He stood hunched over the kitchen sink, detergent bubbles gloving his limp hand…
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The upstairs bedroom
It all began when someone left the upstairs window open.
Mrs. Boyd was awoken by the faint beating of birds wings coming fro…
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Crooked teeth and a heart full of love
He had waited for what seemed like a lifetime for this moment.
She walked in with her head held high, her eyes searching.
I…
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The Collector
Hundreds of them lined the walls, molded into the shapes of the glass jars that confined them.
He stood in shock and in horr…
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The Shed
The steady banging awakens her and with eyes closed she listens.
The floorboards are cold beneath her bare feet.
Goosebumps…
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