flash fiction
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Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** August burns in the sky overhead, baking the mudflats. Heatwaves dance above the muck, heavy with the smell of fish. Horseflies, fat and green, make a meal of leftover shells picked clean by the gulls. Critters squirm beneath the filth, hiding from the heat
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Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** The doors blew open on a foul breeze, spraying dirt across the floor. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered. A man emerged, seeping past the threshold. No proud chin or violent eyes… Adrift, lost in a blur of hopeless days and lonely nights… …
Mussel Cove Creations 