Accidental Discoveries
They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element, which fits perfectly with the existence of a mall in Stratford. She is there to look at shoes. He is there to see a film. Mesmerized by the sculpture's movement she bumps into him. “I think they are supposed to be leaves”, he says.
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First published as part of the London Clock, a flash fiction collection of the London Literary Project. The clock has 24 hours and every minute is story.
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A little miracle.
Every minute a story. And that's the truth. *
A fine paragraph.