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)

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)

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)