Tag: Flash Writer

And So She Flew by Lotty Talbutt

Josephine cooked the fish I did not want as I stood on the back porch smoking. The garden was alive and moved with unusual sounds. The wine tasted like metal on my tongue, cold red, that’s how she drinks it and that’s how it is. Ice ice baby. The forty degree heat sizzled my cool

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The Idea Of by Clarrie Rose

He arrived on Nathan’s tenth birthday. It wasn’t a shock; it was as if Nathan had been waiting for him to appear all along. It had been a nice day, a little chaotic, but nice all the same. After opening the presents and tucking into a mountain of sandwiches, at three o’clock they cut the

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Things to Sort for the Funeral by Amanda Saint

Find cheapest option – of course Diane didn’t have any savings to pay for her own funeral. Stacey said it’s down to me seeing as I’m “the one with the fancy London life and my own business”. If the garden wasn’t all concreted over, I’d be up for just digging a hole and dropping Diane

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Vicky is Jesus by Raluca Comanelea

Surrounded by bamboo trees, Molly lounges in her stained oak rocking chair, observing her spotted male cat and wondering which Goddess showered the boy with the gift of true patience. But not the kind exhibited by humans, who simply fall into a momentary lapse of reason and stare with vacant eyes at their immediate surroundings.

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Evolution of a Chef by Alyssa Jordan

Every Saturday, Luna walked to an adoption center. She put on a coat and two scarves. More often than not, she carried a piece of fruit. One Saturday, it was a peach. She rolled it between her fingers, by turns gentle, then violent. Luna needed a family. She wanted a child that wasn’t too young

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The Fabric of Tombstones by B F Jones

About two thirds of the way through ‘The Fabric of Tombstones’ there’s a line – short and sweet though it is – that perhaps sums up what we should expect from B.F Jones’ debut flash fiction collection. ‘All these souls, here momentarily, before going there permanently, trying to get on with their lives and make

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The Chair by R. P. Serin

It had been nine weeks, three days and five hours since James had died.  From the moment Adam had been told of James’ accident all he had felt was emptiness.  The so-called ‘stages of grief’ had proven to be a disappointing no-show. He looked around the living room; setting of countless memories: raucous parties, blistering

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Widowing Alpheus Williams

She wants out. Tells him so. He loves her too much. She belongs to him. If she leaves, he’ll track her down. Kill her. Tells her more than once. She believes him. *          *          * Two years of abuse. A slow ruthless awakening leaves her nights staring at the ceiling listening to his ragged breath

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The Almost Mothers by Laura Besley

It’s hard to be a mother. You don’t really study for it. You can’t tell people: I have BA in mothering with honours. That might be why some mothers feel so inadequate. Or why some others feel the need to get validation from others. Or why some fall apart. No book or NCT course will

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Papier-mâché by Michael Loveday

Peggy longs to be elsewhere. Today, even Charmaine, her WorkSolutions adviser, seems bored. Or if not bored then fatalistic: she’s picking at her earlobes and examining the flakes of skin on the tip of her finger. They are meeting not at Charmaine’s offices, but at the neutral territory of West Herts College, because the WorkSolutions

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