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Kathy Szaters

@k_szaters

Writing and submitting - micros, flash and children's stories. Member of Writers Victoria.

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Thank you National Flash Fiction Day My little story 'The Upgrade' will be published at 5:55 a.m. (BST)* on Saturday 15 June. I look forward to reading all the stories. *2:55 p.m. (AEST) I think!

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The Rainbow siblings were notorious for their arguments. 'Who is the brightest? Who owns the pot of gold?'

Refusing to take sides, Green always found herself stuck in the middle.

Day 30: Green

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With every movement, she carries the burden of ‘should have’. With every breath, she faces the horror of ‘what if’.

Never noticing the earth beneath her feet. Never truly grounded.

Day 28: Earth

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We seeded your atmosphere with our nano virus. It will rewire your minds and change your shape; you will no longer be human. It will take centuries. We can wait.

Day 27: Shape

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With furrowed brow, I ponder. Lost? Aha! The Lost Boys! Jason Patric. Vampires. Eric in True Blood….

What was I doing?

There are worse ways to be lost in thought.
Day 26: Lost

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The day the news came, she put their shared dreams in a box and buried them. Then she untethered their hopes, letting them fly free in the wind.
Lest we forget.
Day 25: Wind

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A local character, muttering at bus stops, scaring the children with his wild eyes, his overflowing bags.He is listening to guns fired years ago in a forgotten war.

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The teacher looked from me to my parents.

‘Well, I must say, she’s… quite the character. She always has something to, um, contribute to discussions.’

I relaxed­­—saved by diplomacy.

Day 24: Character

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‘Don’t be afraid, it’s just bones.’ The grave digger grinned as he broke into the crypt.

Then the air turned to ice and a scream pierced the darkness. I ran.

Day 23: Bones

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Detective Dan studied Lily’s lifeless body. What caused her death?

Was the victim starved? Overexposed? He tested the soil around her. Aha! Too much water.

Rest in ‘Peace Lily’.

Day 22: Water

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I was crying with laughter, holding a deflated balloon, when Mum walked in.

‘Honestly, Kell. You’re a grown woman!’

‘Never too old, Mum!’ I squeaked in my best chipmunk voice.

Day 20: Element (Helium)

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‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ asked the teacher. ‘A doctor, builder…’

‘They’re things to DO, sir. I want to BE kind, honest, and thoughtful.’

Top score!

Day 19: Grow

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‘Just get started! What’s taking you so long?’

Sam restarted his laptop. Being taunted by the cursor – that was a new one.

‘Tick, tock, haven’t got all day!’ it flashed.

Day 18: Being

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Neither candle nor air freshener helped. ‘twas a stench so great that it curdled the air and brought people to tears. Fingers were pointed. Accusations hurled.

I blamed the dog.

Day 17: Air

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My skin is patterned with my country
Towering Eucalypts reflecting leaf by leaf
Curving coastlines, wild seas
My blood sings with mountains
and my memories dance joyous amongst the stars


My skin is patterned with my country Towering Eucalypts reflecting leaf by leaf Curving coastlines, wild seas My blood sings with mountains and my memories dance joyous amongst the stars #30words30days #pattern #writingcommunity #amwriting #flashfiction #microfiction #microlit
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‘He’s annoying me!’ cried Knit. ‘He won’t leave me alone.’

‘She annoyed me first!’ pouted Purl.

Nana Needles frowned. ‘Take turns, follow the pattern – or you’ll both be dropped!’

Day 16: Pattern

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When the golden hour arrives, her window reveals fingerprint patterns. Concentric circles of the souls who still rest in the room. Layered touches that tattoo tendrils of long forgotten lives.

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Her evening followed a familiar pattern.
He’d slug whisky; she’d gather wool. He’d needle her; she’d knit her brows. He’d start a row; she’d unravel.
Someday she’d cast him off.

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