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Micro-fiction 073 – Tear (Echoes series)

A tear in the wallpaper brings the past and the present together as a man lies struggling with his last breath… The Tear A rip in the bright, floral wallpaper, a fold that once fell listlessly, is now suspended in time, its animus halted by a lack of motivation. But its inaction reveals what lies behind, with layers of older …

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Micro-fiction 059 – Ritual Renewal (Echoes series)

The warriors, elders and children are gathered for the annual ritual of renewal for one last time… Ritual Renewal Deep in the forest of their birth, protected by both bogs and guile the tribe gathered at nightfall for the final ritual of the season, to protect their lands for another year. The moon was full, the sky awash with glittering …

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Micro-fiction 045 – The Good Doctor (Echoes series)

A visit to the the psychotherapist brings back memories and dreams to Alex Hunter, whose past rears up into the present. The Good Doctor It was late evening in winter, with the darkness already settled into the city streets, and it rained. Stripes like vertical spears rattled at the brickwork of the tall apartments and broke against the guardrails along …

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Micro-fiction 030 – Shaman (Echoes Series)

On a blue planet, somewhere in the region of Barnard’s Star, in someone’s future, and somebody else’s past. In the dark mountains the chanting beat at the walls of the red cave. It had echoed through the catacombs for days, and would continue for more than a hundred years. That night the moon had wept blood. A dark stain red …