Category: Flash fiction
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#Fridayflash Solid Table Fallacy & New Post on Writing.ie
I am absolutely delighted today to have been asked to post my #fridayflash on the #amwriting website. #Amwriting is ‘an award-winning Twitter hashtag created by Johanna Harness.’ Joanna is a mother and writer of middle grade and young adult novels who has created a venue on twitter (the hashtag #amwriting allows you to see a…
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#fridayflash Not Ariel
This was not her house, this was not her bed, these were not her curtains with the long nosed trolls hidden in the floral pattern. This was not the way the light trotted in around the curtain rail and swung around the room like a torchlight, disappeared with the low hum of departing car. This…
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#fridayflash Anywhere but Ireland
On this singular morning, the birdsong drills and pins the world by the scruff of it’s neck. It is easy to flee with the dawn, all impetus. The brine of the sea smells good. The ferry cuts through the water. The land retreats. I feel no nostalgia for round hills diminishing. There are children’s entertainers…
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#fridayflash The integrity of skin
Sarah likes to walk around the apartment naked. She knew a girl once back home whose father never spoke to her again once she told him she was pregnant out of wedlock. He was afraid of what the neighbours would say. When she was twenty Sarah posed for a painter in Paris. They’d had sex…
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#fridayflash Spun
He remembers Sarah spinning, her arms outstretched on the strand. The sepia sky, whirligig in the wind, her hair spread with static, her toes making a hole in the sand. So long ago that it might be a story he has spun for himself, a consolation. Last week she made spun sugar with the twins.…
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#Fridayflash Elsewhere
I haven’t managed to participate as regularly as I’d like in #Fridayflash for the last few weeks, but I miss it. This week I decided to set myself the challenge of writing a flash of 300 words, substantially lower than my usual. It was a fabulous exercise, especially in the final edit as I chose…
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#fridayflash Cheese and Memory
When James told me to burn my diaries I did, so now I can’t be sure of anything. There was a man I used to see every day at the bus stop, at least I think it was there. He had a face the colour of render, a big craggy jaw from which a cigarette…
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#Fridayflash A life in books
Books I always thought I would read before I died: War and Peace, Rembrance of things Past, Ulysses. Then they told me I was going to die. How long does it take to read a book? I wondered. I tried to read Ulysses once but I found I couldn’t. There had been too much hype…
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Burgundy, Bolero and Chicken Supreme
Miranda had agreed to come round to Declan’s for dinner because she couldn’t think of anything better to do. Miranda and Declan worked at the same school, she taught French and Home Economics, he taught Science and P.E. The staff room rap was that Declan was a bit of a sleaze and that he tried…
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#fridayflash Tales of monsoon and adventure
She woke to the sound of the monsoon drumbeat and all she could think was ‘my sheets!’ She had left them on the washing line all night. She had stepped out into the garden before going to bed and the air was so starched linen clean that she’d stopped – the dusk against her cheeks…
Alison Wells Author 