Tag: flash fiction
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Can I Ask You a Question?
She smoothed her red dress, grabbed her purse, and said she knew a lot about accounting. She wanted to ask me a question and I told her it could wait. That was my mistake.
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He Knows My Name
A stranger in Pioneer Square quotes lines from banned books. Ink-stained fingers. Knowledge of old stories makes him dangerous. But it’s what he knows about me that turns my blood cold. In a world without books, how does he know my name?
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