Tag: #FridayFlash
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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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#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 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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