tl's published ficlets
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Dwindled Dawn
It has been three days since my mother died.
Three days of watching the lines in my father’s face etch more deeply; three da…
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Dumpster Diving
Came up empty again; third time this week. Once I found two glass porcupines. Traded them to Umblefumble for a dime bag a…
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Industrial Grey Day
Justine always ate lunch with Carol. Carol was 43, a dumpy woman with a failing marriage and a kid in juvie. Justine enjoyed …
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If Jack Falls Down...
Lately, you have had trouble distinguishing between day and night, dreams and reality. You would worry about this if you didn…
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