Category Archives: Flash Fiction

From The Touchline

FROM THE TOUCHLINE

How’s it going then?
…..Early days yet.
I’m sure you’ll charm her into bed.

How’s it going then?
…..Hard to tell.
Well you’re a very complex woman.

She might just be frightened.
…..Do you think I can scare the pants off her?
That’s just a joke right?

How’s it going then?
…..Mixed messages all the time.
You’ll get there.

How’s it going then?
…..The more I see her I see how strange she is.
Definitely your kind of woman then.

To be continued …

Expectations

EXPECTATIONS

Two children were each given an acorn to plant.

The first was interested, pleased, impressed, deeply moved as it gradually grew into an oak tree, a transformation she could never have anticipated, scarcely have believed possible.

The other was bitterly disappointed.

She had wanted a beech tree.

An Enlightening Day At The Book Festival (Flash Fiction)

AN ENLIGHTENING DAY AT THE BOOK FESTIVAL

Having followed his writing career from its beginnings I knew his public readings and signings are rare. So imagine my excitement when I heard he was coming. He read a passage from his latest and then invited questions. The quality of these varied widely, as expected; but his responses? Flabbergasted! They were uniformly lacking in moment and often even sense. That insight, that wisdom; it had all been simply projection on my part. My cherished books now not signed, binned and that bitter taste in my mouth made me reflect on the old saw: you should never meet your heroes.

Freedom Of Choice (Flash Fiction)

I recently tried my hand at “flash fiction”. I aimed at 100 words. This piece has 99. (Or 102 if you include the title. 🙂 )

FREEDOM OF CHOICE

It was a shock.

Yes, it had been years. And the matron said it had been five days since she handed in all her valuables and stopped eating. Still. … Like a death mask.

“Mrs Smith. Your son is here to see you.”

A pause, then a sudden radiant smile.

“Raymond?”

I took her hand.

“I came to say goodbye. I love you, mum.”

The years, the words spoken and unspoken dissolve, leaving four eyes in tears.

And she drifts off again.

Back in the office the matron wants advice. Help.

“Let us honour her right to end her life.”

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