Lisa edges Aretha out of its sleeve. Chooses a track. Sings along to the chorus. R. E. S. P. E. C. T.
Colin picks Elvis. Then Hendrix.
Lisa remembers an Animals 7-inch EP. I’m Cryin’, Hear me Cryin’. Then Dusty. Scattered across the floor are picture disks, 12-inch disco singles. Even a couple of old 78s.
Colin spins The Kinks, The Beatles, The B52s. He starts a mental list of his favourite ‘The’ bands.
Lisa puts on Blondie, ‘In the Flesh’, while she undresses.
Three houses up the street, Colin’s got Leadbelly on. Irene Goodnight.
Sometimes it seems as if love just doesn’t know where to look.
A writer from Melbourne, Richard maintains a number of blogs exploring very short fiction and text-based art practices. His stories and poems have been published in both mainstream and alternative journals and collections. He is also a visual artist and was co-founder of both Platform Artists Group and zine store, Sticky. He continues to publish very short fiction and conduct microfiction workshops for practicing writers, students and others. He has created numerous text-based installations and artworks for public spaces, including at Federation Square, Melbourne and in conjunction with the 2017, Newcastle Writers Festival.
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small stories about love 
Very nice.