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Scraps

Her desk was littered with scraps of paper, each scrawled with its own collection of words, representing a thousand grasped-at memories.

It wasn’t working. They wouldn’t come back.

She stoked the fireplace and began dropping the papers in, one by one. Forget the yesterdays: time to start working on tomorrow.


This story was based on the prompt “scraps of paper” at TypeTrigger.

The Mail Must Get Through

In fair weather or foul, the mail must get through.

No one knows why anymore. It has been possible for a decade to send any message electronically and to replicate or actuate any object that might previously have required physical transportation.

I suppose the mail carriers have a good union.


This story was based on the prompt “in fair weather” on TypeTrigger.