Flash Fiction

The Dandy Lion (Friday Fictioneers)

A short, sharp intake of breath. Then her small features all go to work. Eyes focus, brow furrows, and lips form a perfectly puckered pout through which her lungs can release their contents. Two fine full lungs let blow. Ten tiny fingers tightly clutch the stem as the seeds take flight. A swirl of life… Continue reading The Dandy Lion (Friday Fictioneers)

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Groundhog Nights (Friday Fictioneers)

Opening my charcoal eyes, I look at the familiar scene. Nothing new this time then. With night drawing in, the house emanates its cosy interior. Warm yellow light peeks out from pulled curtains, and swirls of steam pump from a boiler pipe. It’s pot luck where you’re going to pop up, and very rare to… Continue reading Groundhog Nights (Friday Fictioneers)

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In Plain Sight (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sweat trickled down her back despite her breath being visible in the early evening light. It was a miracle she'd got this far. She stopped for a moment, to adjust her grip, then staggered on, pushing with all her strength. The last fight had been the worst. His cruel words finding their way to the… Continue reading In Plain Sight (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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Shatter the Silence (Word Prompt Wednesday)

I remember peering around the doorway watching each plate shatter. Splintering into a ceramic snowstorm at the hands of my mother. For some reason my memory has omitted the sound. I see her mouth open wide, her eyes and nose dripping. I see the droplets merging with the flying debris as she furiously throws her… Continue reading Shatter the Silence (Word Prompt Wednesday)

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Lone Rider (Friday Fictioneers)

“You riding alone?” Nicki looked along the line to the man towering over the ride attendant. “Indeed” he replied. She watched as he folded himself into the carriage, his movement like liquid. The ghoulish siren wailed and the man was carried inside. “Weird” “What?” Annie asked, beside her. “Oh nothing” More carriages departed before she and Annie… Continue reading Lone Rider (Friday Fictioneers)

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STATUS: Vulnerable (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Her green eyes close and sleep follows. Her favourite time of day, or rather night. At night she escapes her diagnosis, her ageing bones and the tang of disinfectant that pervades this 'home'. At night she prowls the rocky terrain of her mind and inhabits it wholly. She likes to sleep more now. In sleep… Continue reading STATUS: Vulnerable (Sunday Photo Fiction)