The Lark
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The Lark

Feathered Friends

Flash Fiction

Photo by David Clode on Unsplash

For lack of a better word, it was a strange spring morning.

I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I went outside into the garden and sat on the bench under the old fig tree.

The sun was shining bright, but something was amiss. I sat there a while, noticing that everything was eerily still. My stomach made a sound like it was churning butter. I realized I hadn’t…

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Alex Godley

Alex Godley

I’m a humble bard who likes to play with words and create new worlds. I also like chocolate. And cake.