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Flash Fiction by philip kobylarz

Loaves   Everywhere he went, he thought, or rather, he thought he thought he smelled the smell of shit. At first he would check his shoes, then the space immediately around him knowing that we do not know what the … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction by philip kobylarz

Snapshot   She worked, if ever so temporarily (about two and a half months), in one of those photo booths that crop up like resilient yellow mushrooms in strip mall parking lots. The space she inhabited was five by four … Continue reading

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