Flash Fiction, From the MacBook

Friday Flash: Always is a Long Time

Here's this week's story from the MacBook. A short one written (again) for writing group and inspired by my mothering as many of my stories are! I'm liking the Friday rhythm I'm finding here, so I'll be making this a regular slot. Friday Flash Fiction for a little alliterative satisfaction! Back next week! ________________________________________________________ Always… Continue reading Friday Flash: Always is a Long Time

Flash Fiction, From the MacBook

Friday Flash: Spilt Milk

I think it's time I shared another story from the MacBook - no point in them languishing there unread. This is another story written for my writing group. I've held on to it thinking I might offer it up to be published elsewhere, but actually I'd just like to share it now. One inspired by… Continue reading Friday Flash: Spilt Milk

Flash Fiction, From the MacBook

Here Comes The… Shameless Friend

So following on from my last post here's my first story pulled from the depths of my MacBook and ready to be shared. I wrote it for my monthly Writing Group last year when I was in the midst of wedding planning and LOVING  Fleabag on catch up! The inspirations are pretty obvious but it… Continue reading Here Comes The… Shameless Friend

Fiction Cafe Writers Group 30 Day Challenge, Flash Fiction

The Fiction Cafe Writers 30 Day Challenge (Day One)

After a long (and tough) break from writing, I'm returning with a writing challenge! It is September after all, a time for new beginnings and my favourite time of year. Tomorrow also officially marks the end of the school holidays (resounding cheer?!) and my chance to return to a little guilt free writing time -… Continue reading The Fiction Cafe Writers 30 Day Challenge (Day One)

Flash Fiction

Urban Symphony (Friday Fictioneers)

I like to pretend I am the conductor of an orchestra, like the ones Pa took me to see when I was small. We'd sneak in at the interval and hide within the shadows, until it was safe to choose our seats.  Now on the cold days, my hands become my baton, like I’m Nadia Boulanger conducting… Continue reading Urban Symphony (Friday Fictioneers)

Flash Fiction

Quite the Exhibition

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Eva stopped for a moment, leaning back against the cool stone of a vast pillar. Droplets of sweat tickled at her temples as they  began their descent down her cheeks. She sucked air into her aching chest, her thoughts racing like the beating of her heart.  Mere seconds and she… Continue reading Quite the Exhibition

Flash Fiction

Working the Scales (Friday Fictioneers)

I peeked out from under an elbow, my hands still gripping the sides of my head as I uncurled myself from the floor. ‘Oops!’ She spoke from behind her fingers as she surveyed the damage, her eyes drawn upwards  to the squeak of a ceiling fan swinging to and fro. ‘Yeah, you could say that’… Continue reading Working the Scales (Friday Fictioneers)