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Microfiction #writephoto: Waving by Jane Dougherty

I can see him at the end of the tunnel, gesticulating, but he is too far away to hear. Part of me wants to run back, ready to forgive. Perhaps he’s changed his mind. Perhaps he’s in trouble. It’s crazy. … Continue reading

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Microfiction #writephoto: Not so funny by Jane Dougherty

He’d bought the eccentric doorknocker on the flea market. “I’d like to see the Jehovah’s get past that,” he’d laughed. They didn’t, of course, but nobody else did either. In the end, he had to reconnect the doorbell faced with … Continue reading

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I am not terrorized by Reena #writephoto

  “Enter at your own risk”. A gruff voice resounded through the empty building. “And what is the risk?” The six-year old was not to be easily discouraged. “I made that mistake aeons ago. I have grown horns and a … Continue reading

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Microfiction: A pleasant seat by Jane Dougherty #writephoto

  There had always been a house there. It was a good site, close to the river but high enough to be out of reach of flooding. There was a big tree for shade and the land about was rich. … Continue reading

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Poised #writespiration

It stared at me, poised. It would be an unequal fight…like David and Goliath. I had no desire to kill…but would it attack? Which is the greater cowardice … to choose not to act in self defence or to resort … Continue reading

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The Storm & the Queen by Sangbad #writephoto

The rain is pouring cat and dog. The roof shakes as the storm violently brush over the thatch roof. He look at the incomplete statue. He has left it in midway ’cause he was not satisfied all of sudden. This … Continue reading

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Flash fiction: Beyond the arch by Jane Dougherty #writephoto

She touched the lichen-crusted stoned with a finger, drew it gently over the rugous surface and felt the tingle of time. The first converts built this doorway, now an empty arch, the first Christians in a land where the pagan … Continue reading

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