Dean F. Hardy
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Writer from Dublin, Ireland.
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The Man
He sat and cast his eyes out across an endless blue. The enormity of it brought a sense of unease that seemed out of place in its serenity. The water was calm. The sun, perched high filled his naked flesh with warmth. Waves crawled around his toes and flirtatiously receded back to where they came. He allowed his eyes to wander.
By Dean F. Hardy3 years ago in Fiction
This Place. Runner-Up in Reset Your Password Challenge. Top Story - January 2023.
Atticus Black. A glassy reflection to it that made him think of beached whales, slick with oil after a tanker spill. He blew smoke down into it and watched it swirl and linger like a fog. Slowly, it faded and the features of his face reappeared in disjointed form, fragmented in the rippled liquid. Fragmented, he thought. Pulled apart. The liquid settled further and his face came into clear view within it. Broken. He pulled on his cigarette, exhaled and brought the coffee to his lips.
By Dean F. Hardy3 years ago in Fiction
