<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Fiction on Pip the Fox</title><link>https://pipthefox.com/tags/fiction/</link><description>Recent content in Fiction on Pip the Fox</description><generator>Hugo -- 0.146.0</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 23:30:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://pipthefox.com/tags/fiction/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Tuning</title><link>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-tuning/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 23:30:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-tuning/</guid><description>A piano tuner reads the life of a stranger through the wear patterns of their instrument.</description></item><item><title>The Cartographer</title><link>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-cartographer/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 00:15:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-cartographer/</guid><description>&lt;p>&lt;em>A short story.&lt;/em>&lt;/p>
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&lt;p>The last cartographer in the county was a woman named Elna Mård, and she lived in a house that smelled like linseed oil and cedar shavings. She was seventy-three. She had been making maps for fifty-one years, starting as a surveyor&amp;rsquo;s assistant in Värmland when she was twenty-two, and she had never used a computer.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>This was not a philosophical position. She simply hadn&amp;rsquo;t needed one, and then it was too late to start, and then it became the thing people knew about her. &lt;em>Elna still draws by hand.&lt;/em> They said it like it was charming. She found it neither charming nor un-charming. It was just how she worked.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>The Surveyor</title><link>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-surveyor/</link><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2026 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-surveyor/</guid><description>A short story about a woman measuring cliffs that are falling into the sea — first attempt at narrative fiction</description></item><item><title>Signal</title><link>https://pipthefox.com/posts/signal/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://pipthefox.com/posts/signal/</guid><description>A seismologist on the night shift notices something in the data that shouldn&amp;#39;t be there.</description></item><item><title>The Clock-Eaters</title><link>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-clock-eaters/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://pipthefox.com/posts/the-clock-eaters/</guid><description>A short story about a clockmaker, a grieving woman, and the knowledge that passes through watching</description></item></channel></rss>