Fiction Tiny Stories
The Allotment Where Every Tomato Has the Same Grandmother
Thirty-one plots, thirty-one opinions about slugs, and one single tomato that everybody grows, because a woman on plot twelve once dried seeds on a saucer.
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Fiction Tiny Stories
Thirty-one plots, thirty-one opinions about slugs, and one single tomato that everybody grows, because a woman on plot twelve once dried seeds on a saucer.
Fiction Tiny Stories
A book about birds, borrowed in the spring of a year nobody at the library could remember, arrived back through the returns slot with a very long letter tucked inside the cover.
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For six summers, two neighbours who barely spoke each mowed a little more of the shared verge than was strictly theirs, and neither ever mentioned it to the other.
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Every night at ten, the lighthouse on Gull Rock flashes twice, and every night, all along the harbour front, kitchen lights blink twice in reply, though the keeper left forty years ago.
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Nobody on Tanner Road could agree on anything, until someone found the date the oak outside number twelve was planted and pinned a birthday card to its trunk.
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Behind the till of a small barber shop sits a fat green ledger holding forty years of first haircuts, and one Saturday a man came in asking to see his own page.
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Someone left a half-finished crossword on the morning train with a note saying over to you, and for a week the carriage quietly finished it together.
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It holds a kettle, three mismatched mugs, a folding chair and a notebook on a nail that nobody started on purpose and nobody has ever stopped.
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Every weekday a stranger plays the same little waltz on the platform piano, and the one morning he did not turn up, the whole station found out it had been listening.
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Nobody has ever seen the knitter, but four times a year the postbox on the corner wakes up wearing something new.