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Archives de catégorie : Micro Non-Fiction
Micro Non-fiction 03: My feet
A hard head? Please. It and its wild ideas would be nothing without my hard heel bone, my unfaltering phalanges, my mighty metatarsals, the miraculous mechanics of the cuboid, navicular and cuneiform, always working, never breaking, never tiring, strongly supporting … Lire la suite
Micro Non-Fiction 02 : Mom
Homemade heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies on Valentine’s Day. Your amazing spaghetti and meatballs. How thrilled we were but how devastated you looked when dinner was crackers and honey. I remember ‘’I love you’’ in pen and the happy face stamp … Lire la suite
Micro Non-Fiction 01: Daza
Remember me? We used to be best friends. We used to drink copious amounts of wine together. You used to dramatize Abba songs while I died on the floor laughing. Remember filling up on free bread to make two East … Lire la suite
Publié dans Micro Non-Fiction
Marqué best friends, Darren, Daza, friendship, loss, micro non-fiction
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