55//FICTIONS#5
“555-3310” A frantic flutter of punchdrunk fingers crossing numbers one by one. “Pick up, pick up, pick up, please…” The cat stretches itself against the…
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55//FICTIONS#4
(“EVERYTHING”) It was the sign that set the whole thing in motion. (“YOU KNOW”) I kept repeating the words all day, all week. On scraps…
55//FICTIONS#3
That summer vegetable prices shot through the roof. Across the aisle Karen noticed the green turtleneck (third time in an hour). Was he following her?…
55//FICTIONS#2
It’d sat through the night on top of the fence separating the backyard from an empty plot of grass where it usually ate its fill….
55//FICTIONS #1:
“You’re not gonna get away with this”, Jeremy screamed. The heat of their conversation gathering pace across the phonebooth windows. As if five days and…