You’re replacing the bandage for the night, and she’s dragging a finger across her eye, pinching out a contact lens. You wince for her, and she reminds you how brave it was to get the tag.
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Transdermal
Posted in Fiction on April 9, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Hands
Posted in Fiction, tagged Flash Fiction on October 9, 2009 | 4 Comments »
She’s left a magazine open for me next to my toast and coffee. It says that they were wrong, that the oldest human skeleton wasn’t, that they have found one older and everything is different. Finishing my mug I feel my hands shaking, even though the coffee is no colder than usual, and the toast [...]
Data
Posted in Fiction, tagged Seriously, this blog makes it impossible to format on November 25, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Martin looked hurriedly for an open station; it was already minutes past three and he knew that others were already getting surveys, the data that was his given duty to gather. “Even if they don’t want to, it’s essential that we document their voices,” he was told. “Especially the resistant, we already have millions of [...]
Winners and Losers
Posted in Fiction on September 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The man had lost all patience for the boy. “And now it’s his shoe, what kind of moron loses a shoe?” the man yelled to no one, with half the museum turning around. A security guard approached, but the man pushed him away. “We were on our way out anyway,” the man said as he [...]
