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 opened one eye. ‘The Easter… Continue reading Snappy Easter

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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)

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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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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)

Flash Fiction

Shed Some Light (Friday Fictioneers)

“Marie, are you in here?” “Shhhh... I’m meditating. Go away.” Charming. I thought, closing the shed door and hurrying back to the warmth of the kitchen. I took a sip of her unwanted tea. Why she insisted on going out there at all hours was beyond me. “I feel more at one with nature” she’d said… Continue reading Shed Some Light (Friday Fictioneers)