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Category: Craig Forshaw

Short Fiction

Posted on March 14, 2011July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Craig Forshaw Title by Keith Robinson   Bleached-bones banging against the peeling cherry-red paintwork. Up above, a brilliant tomato grows in the jaundiced sky, getting larger all the time. PastPresentFuture are all one now. Everything becomes relative, and even gravity appears treacherous. The roaming, charcoal Sésquac snarl and dance at the American Firebird. Its…

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