flashfiction, microfiction, short story

‘Sixty Three Word Story’



Orange lamplight washes across the forecourt, stopping at the shadows. I torch another roll-up from my tin, breathe the sparks deep down inside.

Dead leaves scrape in eddies around my feet while I wait.  I kick one away, shower the rest with bright ash.

Eventually, the library lights flicker, douse. The doors open and, with a huff, I lurch forward to surprise her.


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