The unchaining – flash fiction

– Are you OK? Your voice breaks soft through the frozen wall of numbness surrounding my being. I look at you, blinking quickly to remove the haze, and you take that as a proof of me not understanding your question, so you kindly ask again, a bit slower this time: – Are you OK? Am … Continue reading

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The envelope

[…] and it so happened, that day and at that hour there was not a single person on the street where Anna lived. She was walking fast towards her place, with a certain inner shiver fulgurating through her veins, for which she blamed courageously the late autumn wind – after all, it kept blowing and … Continue reading

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