Flash Fiction

On the Monorail

He’s said to ride the fluorescent aisles of the metrotran ceaselessly, always seeking — never finding — a platform that isn’t just a transfer point, a destination that isn’t just a place on the way to somewhere else.

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Papa November

“Soothing,” he’d say, and make her cocoa in a metal cup. “Codes sent around the world for spies, supposedly.”

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Six Fortean Flash Fictions

The mirrorball was discovered by a Mr. Noel Hardy, employed at that time as the Oak and Tendril’s dishwasher and general-purpose mop wrangler. It was Hardy who first noticed that every facet reflected a view of a different world, and that none those worlds was our own.

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