Tag: #FridayFlash
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#fridayflash Ice cream dreams
It’s been quite a while since I did #fridayflash. Here’s one with some of the characters from Origami Flamingos. All day the ice cream van was circling. Ice dream van. Rat catchers, child snatchers from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall while waiting for it to arrive. Eating in…
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#fridayflash Do not forget the girl forgotten
I’m very happy to have been invited by Johanna Harness to post my #fridayflash today on the #amwriting website. This beautifully designed website has plenty of terrific articles by writers who use the #amwriting twitter hashtag to connect. If for any reason, you can’t access or comment on the story there, here it is: It…
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#fridayflash Cleave
In this flash another outing for Emily and Eddie, some of the characters in my still-in-progress interrelated flash collection. Setting sun, last dash grasped memory of fun, rollercoasters on the prom. Scuff, scuffle, sleet, duffle, caress, ruffle. Kerfuffle. Summers last forever, last summer. This time she was late, she had been out with her mother…
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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 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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