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Category Archives: Fictions

The Lydia Davis School of Banter

– Call me, bitch. – Don’t call me bitch.

Æsop revised

I I was walking in the desert outside the city when I saw, coming towards me, a woman. She was alone, her face veiled against the whip of the sand. ‘Who are you?’ I asked, ‘and what are you doing out here on your own?’  ‘I am Truth,’ she replied. ‘I came to live in the […]

Incommunicado – a very short story

My mother writes to say that no-one understands my writing. What can she mean?

Second Thoughts

Very Short Stories* by ASH Smyth (et al.) * inspired by the Galle Literary Festival’s Opening Lines Project Antony Beevor In history, as in politics, intellectual honesty is the first casualty of moral outrage. In both disciplines, the first casualty of intellectual honesty is one’s wallet. David Blacker ‘He hit the morning, running, Benzedrine and […]