‘You can’t cut a mango with that,’ said Charlie. ‘It’s all wrong.’
Cynthia shrugged.
From the kitchen she heard the familiar clatter of the cutlery draw being opened and the utensils being shuffled.
Charlie returned with a narrow-bladed paring knife. Coming behind her he let his fingers slide through hers as he reached to take the soft fruit she was clutching on her lap.
Cynthia dug her fingers through the pink-flushed skin before giving it up to him.
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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