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Fortnightly Fiction

Soleado

Denny Murphy sat firmly into his spot on the bench-seating that lined the Luas carriage and curled his head towards the glass of the window. He didn’t care that the tram was packed and that there were probably older people and women…

Fortnightly Fiction | V

Harley got out of bed and shone the torch into the car park. V sat up straight, switched on her lamp, then waited, like a hospital patient. ‘Can you see anything?’ Harley moved the light over to the trees, seeing the man moving like an…

Fortnightly Fiction | Before Her

Before her there were others.  After, there will be more.  Right now there are plenty.  Plenty.  Causing his head pain.  ‘She won’t shut up, man.’  Gunner’s voice down the phone is like a knife stabbing his head.  He feels the hotness of…