High Flyerz Lounge Open

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High Flyerz Lounge Open

A little pulp fiction, of the lesbian variety…

Under a glowing sign that reads ‘Arrivals’, the automatic doors slide open with a whoosh. A blast of warm air greets Dana, welcome after the blinding snowstorm she drove through to get here...

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The Obituaries Of Strangers

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The Obituaries Of Strangers

As fat flakes of snow fall at an angle, melting before they even reach the ground, I pop into a coffee shop to escape the dreary wet of what passes for a winter’s day. Wet gloves pulled off, a slush-grey puddle forming at my feet...

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The Angels Tinkle

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The Angels Tinkle

An out-of-season vignette...

Three brass angels fly in a circle above a red candle, golden light reflected in their wings, their cherub bellies. Each holds a tiny wand that rings a delicate bell as they pass...

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