Light (Fiction 59: Six)
Before consciousness reclaimed him, the light rescinded.
In Time (Fiction 59: Five)
And yet, the narrative persists.
In London (Fiction 59: Four)
Every so often, I step off the curb looking right.
West (Fiction 59: Three)
Looking up he noted sunset, turning around he saw her standing, staring vaguely west.
Race (Fiction 59: Two)
Spoken: "Ready?" Eyes widen.
Smoke (Fiction 59: One)
He saw himself; scowling, sleep deprived, haggard, older.
Fiction 59
There is a fiction contest in the Chico News & Review with a specification of exactly 59 words.
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Londonbound
I've checked the tickets again. Sure enough. London.
Internetlessness
I am not unreasonable. I work in technology.
Smoke (Fiction 59: One)
He saw himself; scowling, sleep deprived, haggard, older.