Tag: flash fiction
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Flash fiction in the Irish Times
Regular readers of the blog will know that I am a great fan of flash fiction and that I regularly take part in #fridayflash on Twitter where writers post their short fiction and read and review each others pieces. I’ve also talked about what flash fiction is on writing.ie Today in the Irish Times, crime…
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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 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 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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#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 