I’d put Highway 31 between us
but slunk back round the coast.
The Chrysler smelled of menthol cigarettes.
Rain fell through lonely headlight beams.
Now I’m outside your flat again,
window down, waiting for another sunrise.
New day
Published by Richard Holt
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. View all posts by Richard Holt
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small stories about love 
Enough with the questions. Finish one with a statement.
like the detail of menthol cigarettes
You are becoming more Beat by the moment, but in a very contemporary way which I’ve yet to unpack but aren’t particularly trying to.
HNY.
G’day Phil, Thanks for the arse-kick. I’ve just uploaded another one of these 6×6 stories (six six-word lines) that’s at least a bit more concrete. Hope you’re up for a good year in 2013. Thanks for reading. It’d be good to catch up some time. R.