“Good,” said Dr Grappa. “Now, do you have a problem staggering or leaning to one side?”
Geoffrey blinked, “Do I?” he replied beaming.
There wasn't a club he could join. Why not?
A 'Flash Fiction' based on the theme of 'Loneliness'.
A short in under 500 words. Topical.
7 year cycles - hey Saturn, Springtime flash
“It was nice meeting you,” she said. “See you again some time.”
Bernard stared at me. The barman stared at me. Everyone was fucking staring at me.
David Plumb hangs by his neck from a hook on a door in the sunlit room of a studio flat. He’s bitten deep into an orange forced into his mouth and now it bursts out like a small balloon.
Clara and Shannon come face to face.
I woke to you carrying in a cup of tea and my laptop. The dog settled on the bed next to me. I edited a chapter. The dog snored, legs akimbo. I browsed Facebook and sent some emails.
And the smile
that grew and vanished
like hot breath on a window.
I read this at the recent York and London events. I think I managed to upset just about everyone in one way or another. Ho Hum. All of this is true.
old prose-y. I hack at simplicity by stealth,
When a worrying angry lump leads to unexpected events
And if only my cousin and I,
shameless and ten,
could catch yellow toads again
Sense's values are revealed.