Stories
By Steve Button
Short stories and flash fiction
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The Dog With The Red Bow
The Dog With The Red Bow How could she have been so stupid? If she hadn’t been sitting on a crowded bus she would have slapped herself...
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The Last Thing That Was Mentioned
Heavy snow coming in off Lake Michigan in nasty flurries, a bitterly cold black Chicago night and his large, scarred hands were starting to freeze...
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A Dignified Exit
Everything slowed as he saw the other guy pulling his arm back ready to launch the punch. This was it, decision time. He could bob and weave, duck...
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The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes
She’d almost broken her neck outside. Now she was tucked away in the corner, as far away as possible from the rest, stretching her legs. The dance...
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Mute
As my parents get older I find it gets harder to find things to talk to them about. Since lockdown they’ve kind of stayed in that mode so that they...
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By Their Deeds Shall Ye Know Them
Yesterday I was in town to work on my quota, and I was keeping my eye open. It was the first day of spring and the sun was out. Everybody looked...
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The Masterpiece
For years he’d wanted to be a writer, wanted to sit around and write even if nothing ever made it to something he could publish. In fact he was sure...
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Amoeba
How much was he going to take, Calla wondered as she waited and watched him move around the flat. Whenever he came over, he would take something. A...
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This Week Will Be Tomorrow Morning
There’s a text message in my inbox this morning. Surprised I didn’t hear it coming in, as I’ve barely slept the last few nights waiting to hear from...
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An Observation
He sat at a corner table, where he could be away from the bustle. After work on Fridays, he liked to sit and nurse a drink and try to finish the...
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