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)

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Snappy Easter

‘What time is it now?’ ‘It’s two minutes after you last asked, now shush’ 'So it’s two minutes past half past ... er' '...five, Kitty. It’s 5:32 in the morning. It’s not time for talking. Go back to sleep.' 'But I’m not-' ‘Shhhhh!’ ‘But I think he’s beeeen!’ ‘He?’ Ma opens one eye. ‘The Easter… Continue reading Snappy Easter

Flash Fiction

The Mountain Man

Gorm opened his eyes and sighed. Short naps were the finest, Gramps hadn’t been wrong. The rocky mountains of his people stretched endlessly before him, topped by the purple hues of the early evening sky. He stretched out his long legs sending boulders skittering below. Oops. There were voices close by, ‘I think we should… Continue reading The Mountain Man

Flash Fiction

An Awakening (Sunday Photo Fiction)

At last the path was clearly defined in front of her. For too long she’d been trampling through the growth, her legs whipped by spindle branches and her heart full of uncertainty. She had picked up the occasional rough path, but these were often intertwined with several others, leaving her hovering in indecision. She had… Continue reading An Awakening (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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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)

Flash Fiction

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)

Flash Fiction

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)

Flash Fiction

Shatter the Silence

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