Short Story: Almost

Water Droplets - Markus Spiske (Creative Commons)

He pointed out a handful of small houses in the distance, noting the differences in the stone and the way they formed a semi-circle to greet the tide. Built in 1907, apparently.

Soon he looked down and apologised at the state of her muddy ankle boots. It was his idea to go this way, after all. Truthfully, she said she didn’t mind. A group of dog walkers in full rain gear acknowledged them cheerily. The coastal air hummed, fluorescent lights and roaring traffic pleasingly absent.

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Short Story: Moving, Feeling, Remembering

Yesterday I read Like a Mule Bringing Ice Cream to the Sun by Sarah Ladipo Manyika, which tells the story of Morayo Da Silva, a retired Nigerian academic living in San Francisco. Morayo tries out writing in the styles of books she reads, making notes after the final pages. I decided to try the same technique with the stream of consciousness narrative style of Like a Mule. So, here’s a short story:

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