Short Fiction
Nir Yaniv

Undercity

That day, the complacent city received three warnings. No one bothered to take notice. The city listened only to itself.

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Short Fiction
Nir Yaniv

Benjamin Schneider’s Little Greys

When Benjamin Schneider came to my clinic and complained of mysterious coils on his left wrist, I wasn’t overly surprised. The term “hypochondriac” may have become overused years ago, but Benjamin nevertheless lived and acted as its perfect archetype.

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