harry dobbs

Fiction. Ice Cream, by Harry Dobbs. Image: the silhouette of an ice cream with an American flag stuck in it. Inside the ice cream are silhouettes of a couple and three military jets.

fiction: Ice Cream

Ice Cream Reading time: about 10 minutes I turn and see Blake struggle up the pot-holed street. Directly above him, an old woman smokes on a balcony, her bare arms resting on its metal railing. Blake looks like a tourist. An American tourist. Which he is. Basketball vest, baggy shorts, battered trainers. A back-to-front baseball […]

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Flash fiction. Better Things, by Harry Dobbs. Image: A man looks out of a cafe window with his head in his hands. On the street outside the cafe, there is a tree, a man, and a woman walking oast with some dogs.

flash: Better Things

Better Things Reading time: about 2-3 minutes A postcard of a bear. I flip it over and read Dave’s writing (It’s me! Missing you.), then drop it behind the coffee machine, a space normally reserved for brown envelopes and CVs. Sandra sprays and wipes the empty tables for the second time this hour, while I

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