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Clare Wigfall writes her own mock obituary |
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Clare Wigfall, award-winning author of The Loudest Sound and Nothing (Faber and Faber), was this week savaged by a rabid bat. She will be dearly missed by all who knew her. For more information about her life and work, please see her myspace page.
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| 07 Feb 2009 |
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Flash fiction
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In Chap-book
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angus fade
The other day I met a boy I used to know.
‘Do you remember Angus Fade?’ he asked me.
Angus Fade looked like his name. Pale orange hair crowned pale white flesh. Someone had left him out in the sun a little too long or put him through the wash a few too many times. He never said much, he just climbed. That was his thing. It seemed that gravity had forgotten Angus Fade. He could climb anything. Lampposts, bus shelters, drainpipes, mountains. He was inhumanly agile, more monkey than man.
‘Angus died,’ said the boy I used to know, ‘a climbing accident.’
‘Climbing,’ I repeated.
I guess gravity didn’t forget Angus Fade.
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