Category: #FridayFlash
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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…
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#Fridayflash Origami Flamingos
This relates to a previous flash Close Encounters with Goldfish. That’s the trouble with origami flamingos, they crumple under duress. Exotic-pathetic. I needed something with a little more resilience, like the steel ties you put inside hardening concrete. ‘Pipe cleaners’ said my nephew Gary. ‘Good idea’ I said, thinking somehow of Dali’s elephants. There was…
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#Fridayflash Pre-determination
Have you ever watched an ant crawling across the floor? Of course you have. Did you wonder where it was going to end up? Did you wait for it to find that crumb or sugar crystal and pick it up in its paws or its mouth or whatever it uses. Then did you amuse yourself…
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#Fridayflash Some other platform
Do you remember that night in Crewe? Of course you don’t, you weren’t there. I was carrying you in a small space behind my chest at the time. It was like I had a second heart the same as Dr. Who. And I come from Gallifrey too. So far away, can never go back, the…
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#Fridayflash Rope
Been on hols, so this is an old one. It’s inspired by the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. Yes, I walked it, unlike Callum. Bloody Hell, its freaking high up here – must be eighty feet. Don’t look down Callum. I said no to bungee jumping – swinging into oblivion with your…
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#FridayFlash Close Encounters with Goldfish
For a person who was stone mad it was crazy that he never realised the volcanic crystal would kill the goldfish. It’s far from the slopes of Mount Etna those goldfish were reared. There was a funeral of course. He put them in the rockery which he had fashioned in the shape of that iconic…
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The Woebegone’s slaughtered dreams
This relates to a previous flash They say that the dreams of Woebegones are reality elsewhen. And so when the fever came it made no sense here but its seed was in the tortured body of the creature of ages. As they sliced him for revelation there came about in this world a kind of…
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