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Today, 15 July 2026, I had my second 75-word micro-fiction published over at the excellent Paragraph Planet literary site. 

Scottish writer Russ Cavnaagh's 75-word story at Patagraph Planet: "Out on the Promenade"

Click on the image above to go to the story as it appears on the site.

Today's piece is my second story published on Paragraph Planet. The first appeared at the site almost two months ago, on 20 May 2026, titled Warning signals from a face no longer aglow. You can find it on this link.

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Paragraph Planet is a creative writing website which has been publishing one 75-word paragraph every day since November 2008. Famous authors, aspiring writers and occasional dabblers have all got involved, submitting a mixture of twist-in-the-tale flash fiction, evocative short, short fiction, openings of published novels or brief moments captured. 


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