Tag: #FridayFlash
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#Fridayflash Woman-Son
Woman-Son When the woman had the baby boy she lay him down to sleep. He held her finger in his fist She roars him into being. He emerges from the earth in unbridled anger, consternation. The moon hung in velvet. The clock was a cheap one bought in a pound store. It tock ticked. Then…
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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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#FridayFlash Flash
Some characters from two weeks ago asked for another outing. Emily and Eddie were baiting lightning on the quay, and it was forked. Across the bay the flashes lit up midnight townlands in isolated glimpses as if God with torches was looking for his keys in the eternal driveway. Here. There. This way a bit.…
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#FridayFlash Lethargy
‘I’m bored of my despair’ said Sandra ‘I’m afraid of getting fat’ said Karen, licking the cream, watching the coffee swirl in the mug, holding the steam under her nose to help with the blackheads. ‘Shopping?’ said Sandra. ‘Bopping?’ said Karen. It wasn’t even raining. ‘Didn’t she die?’ said Sandra, looking at the actress on…
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