Blind Fiction

Shooting rapid-fire fiction at punks who feel lucky.

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He wasn't running for the bus. He was running from it.

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He was invisible but she was blind. It worked for them.

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Standing pairing socks at 2am. Neither of us have much left to say.

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In a quiet pond, on a quiet hill, a tiny creature (never before discovered) quietly went extinct.

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When their pear tree died he finally had nothing left to stay for. Five years later, the first train rolls over the place where it stood.

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Oh England, you're at your most beautiful in wind, rain and dark nights. But some time apart will do us both a world of good.

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When he looks, a cloud is just a cloud. He might be my best friend but, dog knows, I envy him sometimes.

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Wait, was that a laminator or a shredder?

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As the bomb fell, we released the balloons. I don't know if they flew higher than the blast, but it's nice to imagine some colour out there.

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She looks at her husband, and all she can think about is formaldehyde.

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The snow stopped, and in that big white silence it was just him, and the mouse on the bird feeder.

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That hillside is a housing estate now. Streets, and post boxes. It's never dark like it was, and the stars don't show up above it anymore.

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If you're reading this then I'm dead. Unless you're the proofreader.

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To this day, whenever I see a yellow car overtaking an ostrich, it reminds me of her.

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I spent the night under a bridge, keeping time with the river and the rain, on an out-of-tune guitar

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But now the day is done, and all that remains is to eat, drink, and smile, with people who know what every smile means.

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The last sound of every day is blackbirds in the dark - I hadn't realised how much I missed that sound.

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As they talked, him standing with his wife and she with her husband, they caught eyes. A second of sadness, and half a smile each.

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A biscuit tin doesn't have the same romance as a wardrobe, and it's harder to climb into. And that's why no one ever actually found Narnia.

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The trees rustled; he was back. But the beech was ready to sacrifice itself - as he hefted his axe, it prepared to fall a certain way...