Tag: Short Stories
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Night Shift
The hospital canteen was empty at 3 a.m. except for the two of them. She was a junior doctor finishing a sixteen-hour shift. He was an orderly who made the best terrible coffee in the building and took no credit for it. “You look done,” he said. “I am extremely done.” She sat down with…
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The Spare Umbrella
It was raining in the particular way of a city that had decided to make a point, and Freya had forgotten hers, and the man under the awning beside her had two. “Spare?” she said, nodding at the second one. He looked down as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “My sister’s. She left…
Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc 