Category: #FridayFlash
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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 Sidings
Eleanor ran for the train, in her minds eye it slid away down the track, smooth treachery. But the doors slid shut behind her and she felt the metal under her feet. She swayed between carriages. Her slower self was panting on the platform. The one who had not really wanted to come. The passengers…
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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 If you.
I want to say to you that…I’m so….You know that time when we…I know this doesn’t make any…. Sometimes I wish that I could…But if I only… and then the way you ….. but perhaps it didn’t…. and then again oh but you…..it’s not clear if… and at the same time….there was that….there was that….I…
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#fridayflash Dust Bunnies on the prowl
I wrote this surreal piece in about forty minutes with my 3 year old at my shoulder wanting to help with the typing. Guess which bits are his worthy contribution…. The dust bunnies were on the prowl, opening and closing their fluffy mesh mouths. It had been the longest winter and the stark bright supernova…
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#FridayFlash That faithful friend
I wrote this several years ago, before I knew the internet existed! I hereby issue a (slight) dog lovers/black humour alert. ‘It’s for the best’, Ben thought to himself as he made his way back along the cliff walk path, but he felt a pang of guilt as he watched groups of dogs and walkers…
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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 Until Somebody Eats the Shoe
It always begins in the cinders. The last sparks, hot black in anthills of ash. She expects nothing, stooped over the fire, her fist moulded over the poker like melted wax. For the likes of her drabness is the requisite mantle. And a mantle is what they wore – what all the women wore, the…
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#FridayFlash The Crossroads
This is taken from my WIP, currently being subjected to NaNoWriMo The crossroads is broad and wide, half way up a hill. Approaching it with the town at your back the road continuing to sweep upward to the brow beyond the lights. That way leads to the motorway, north to the capital, south to the…
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