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  AS FORGONE CONCLUSIONS GO.
That stuff is poison and you bloody know it. Fuck yourself. But my throat is burning, needs lubrication, so it comes out nervous, a meek cough.
 
 
  NO REASONABLE EXPLANATION
There is something vibrating under my bed. This is the third night I have felt it, it is unmistakable now. At first I thought it might be the last haze of a dream, where conscious imagination and involuntary reverie meet. But now ....
 
 
  THE FOREIGN/AFGHANI KILLER
Why was I being pushed through the streets handcuffed? And the policeman holding a dagger dripping with blood? What had I done?
 
 
 
was published in November 2016
 
 
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Fiction
    Flash Fiction
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highlighted articles
 
THERE IS A LIZARD ON THIS BUS
Weary, at the end of your day, you enter an evening bus. You attach seamlessly ...
 
SHOOTING AT SHARKS
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We ...
 
 
 
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