Author: Lauren Thomas
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Microfiction Day 135 – ‘The Bookseller’
Working in a secondhand bookshop was a life that he never thought could be his. The first thing he noticed was the smell. A top note of the earthiness of the paper mixing with the old leather binding, and beneath that a faint scent of vanilla and almonds from the glue and ink softly breaking…
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Microfiction Day 134 – ‘Just In Case’
He wasn’t a cook, but he had been practising for weeks. He had mastered it all, from the roasted beetroot salad to the raspberry coulis for the chocolate torte. She walked through the door and her mouth dropped, a shocked smile. “Is all this for me?” “Every last bit. I’ve even made lamb.” She breathed…
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Microfiction Day 133 – ‘The Storyteller’
She hadn’t realised what her dream job was until she was doing it. She wanted to be an artist. Then an actress. She flirted with dance, played the saxophone badly, briefly considered teaching English simply because she loved books. She was like a dinner cobbled together from leftovers. A human hodgepodge. But when the job…
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Microfiction Day 132 – ‘Fill Your Pockets’
“What’s the difference between existing and living?” She often forgot that her daughter was no longer a child. With her face that wouldn’t have been out of a place in a 1940s photograph, she seemed like someone who had lived many lives before this one. Rebecca sighed. ‘Living is grabbing every opportunity that comes your…
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Microfiction Day 131 – ‘You Never Know’
“Why do you have a fork in your pocket?” He looked down at it and back up at her. He thought the answer was obvious. “Well, you never know do you?” “Never know what?” “When you might need one.” He put it back in his pocket, and they carried on walking down the street together,…
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Microfiction Day 130 – ‘The Easiest Friendship’
If they were lucky they saw each other twice a year. But each time they met it was like they were back at school, seeing each other every day by their scarred lockers and spending their weekends wearing too much heather shimmer lipstick and Spice Girls Impulse body spray. It was an effortless friendship, months…
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Microfiction Day 129 – ‘Odd Socks’
“You’re wearing odd socks again.” “I have literally NEVER worn odd socks.” “You’re wearing them right now!” He looked down. “You think these socks I’m wearing don’t match?” “They DON’T match. One has footballs, the other has sheep!” He frowned in concern and placed a hand on her forehead. “Millie, I think you might be…
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Microfiction Day 128 – ‘The Sound of Dust’
No one had lived in the house for nearly one hundred years when she bought it. It had stood silent as it crossed from one millennium to the next. And yet the sounds from the stories that filled it followed her from room to room. The emerald hairpin tucked beneath a skirting board, winking in…
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Microfiction Day 127 – ‘The Spoils of Tech’
He had a love hate relationship with technology. He appreciated his bug zapper because it got rid of flies. But then he hated the acrid smell of their singed bodies. He loved the internet because he could connect with his friends across the globe. But then he hated it because it made him feel like…
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Microfiction Day 126 – ‘The Greatest Trick’
The magician was preparing for his greatest trick. He had escaped from watery prisons, asking his audience to hold their breath along with him, his assistant enjoying their red faced gasps as they faltered one by one. He had made an elephant vanish, a masterclass in the control of perception, the newspapers scratching their collective…