A wild slim alien


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Fifty word fiction – Helium-filled

It slips from the child’s fingers, races down the aisle, bumps against the roof arch, then jumps from one carriage to the next, where a man catches hold of it.  His bald head is balloon-smooth.  At the next station he returns the inflatable to its owner with a bow.

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Fifty word fiction – Long Player

You are a record, scratched and dusty, played over and over again.  The needle of life follows well-worn grooves, cutting deeper with every repeat.  Soon you will wear out, and be taken to the nearest charity shop.  Or, if you still have some small residual value, be sold on eBay.

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