She is with me only now.
Court orders behind us, we celebrate
our disentanglement. Her mother will inject
life into other parties. I comb.
Long strokes. She smiles weakly, her
school’s nit notification open beside her.
First night (after long years)
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 
For some reason this doesn’t seem like a happy ending
It’s that thing about conflict most of the time. No one wins. Life goes on.
Yeah, I liked it. Felt like there was a certain amount of threat