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Edith Fox

Edith Fox; or, the night’s brisk air against your face as you point out Orion amongst the stars, or the wind tangling your hair ‘cause you’re driving with the windows down and music up, or the subtly rising panic when you order your latte and realize there’s nowhere to sit and write so, oops, you leave and get no work done. Find her on twitter & insta @witchofarea51.

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Short Fiction

Twenty Pence

They say God is dead. I reckon I agree with them.
“Please, sir?” The girl stood on her tiptoes, peering over the counter. Her pleading eyes pierced my heart. “Please?”
She was... [+]


Finalist - Jury Set Stories Free 2018