Writing - flash fiction
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Burning Rage
They said I was guilty.
They stared daggers as I walked to my fate.
Then, why did I feel so good...
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Cheated
No need to see his face. Those hands. Strong with swollen joints, revealing a lifetime of labour. Hands that once held mine, forming a warm cocoon. But today I felt numb. Deceived... -
Bated Breath
A hazy mirage of mulga floated along the horizon. Earlier, the gyrocopter had hummed past. They’d be waiting.
Shelley sighed, then floored the rickety Landcruiser, leaving dust swirling behind. She followed the fence line through the paddock of death...
