Category: Flash Fiction
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THE LAST FLOWERS
Eight in the morning and she was still the only one there. She wasn’t surprised. It had been three weeks now. Still Evie felt she had to come. She hunched down against the concrete pillar, protecting her from the unceasing wind. At least it wasn’t raining today. The surface of…
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THERE WILL BE HOPE
Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere. Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future…