Fiction Tiny Stories
The Bookshop Chair Nobody Owns
There is one armchair in the shop, in the corner by the poetry, and thirty years of customers have worked out the rules without anyone writing them down.
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Fiction Tiny Stories
There is one armchair in the shop, in the corner by the poetry, and thirty years of customers have worked out the rules without anyone writing them down.
Fiction Useless Inventions
A desk machine that prints a formal, gold-bordered certificate for achievements such as remembering to take the washing in before it rained.
Fiction Tiny Stories
It was decommissioned in 1998 and sealed with a metal plate, and people have been posting letters into it ever since.
Fiction Tiny Stories
The 7:42 leaves at 7:42, except on the four mornings a week when it leaves at 7:43, for reasons the timetable does not record.
Fiction Tiny Stories
Nobody started it and nobody runs it, but every glove dropped on Pellow Street ends up on the same twenty metres of railing, waiting to be claimed.
Fiction Tiny Stories
The bakery on Cold Street needed forty loaves a day, and for thirty-one years it baked forty-one.
Fiction Tiny Stories
The small brass plaque at the top of Fenner's Hill has said FOR MARGARET, WHO LIKED IT HERE since 2019, and Margaret reads it most Tuesdays.
Fiction Tiny Stories
Every weekday for six years a pigeon has boarded the 7:14 at platform two, ridden exactly one stop, and then walked all the way home again.
Fiction Tiny Stories
One digit separated her home phone from the city's busiest taxi rank, and for twelve years she answered anyway.
Fact-based Cosmic Questions
You used the same bread, the same butter and the same cheese, and theirs is still unmistakably better, which suggests the flavour is not kept in the sandwich.