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Short fiction by Megan Anderson


Gone for Some Time
I’m kipping behind the wheel when someone knocks on the glass saying all right mate? out of juice? and I’m wading in molasses and he’s...


Beef Dreams
The place is festooned with party lights but it’s still a shed and it smells like cow shit. You blot your lip gloss while Amy from the...


Neighbours
They’re feuding. Have been for months. Next time, the dog gets a bullet . She ruffles Baxter’s fur – watch it buddy – but one whiff of...
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