Ronnie Boils an Egg

Another of my flash fictions is up on the brilliant Reflex Fiction website, longlisted in the quarterly competition

His name escapes her. He said sex began in 1963, or ’67? The year is moot, but he was right, in a way, it didn’t exist before, before. What was his name? Some sort of librarian, from Hull of all places. Not the man she had sex with once, oh, God, no! The librarian. She’d never been to Hull . . .

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