Flash Fiction

Channel 12 news was the first to arrive at the scene.

Janice Flicker reporting for Channel 12 News. We have found a strange object. We are not sure where it came from. It appears to be… a puzzl…

It had arrived late post on the Saturday, of course I am going back years . Addressed to my father who was away on business, my mother put it in the hall cupboard where it remained. It was young Wi…

Spruce spat in the grate

The sun was almost gone behind the horizon. It had been a hazy kind of day and old Charlie was tired and looking forward to finishing up from working in his vegie garden. He straightened and arched h…

When the doctor said how long you had to live, you took the news better. I’m sorry I ruined so many breakfasts, dissolving into tears. Looking back, I feel you were very patient with me.

You distract…

My fishmonger bones the fish.

There was a chill in the air and inside it was even frosty. Malcolm groaned inwardly the tutor groaned aloud telling him it was way not good enough and he must put more effort into his research. Sh…

Half an hour before she was due to arrive, Mike turned up with cloak, salt, black candles, that sort of thing.

The water was calm with only the slightest of breezes moving the tinnie gently sideways. The silence on the lake was just lovely with the only interruption being the sound of the lure as it sliced th…

The water in the rice paddy was warm and smelt a bit like the garden compost his folks used back home.

It was too cold to go in today so I didn’t. Stayed in my pit under ten duvets. Ok I guess that’s a bit of an oxymoron but the temperature outside of my immediate coverings would warrant at least f…

Strange how she could appear so care free when Grandpa had been missing for three days.

Taking the train to Brookwood isn’t difficult – you just have to be dead.

Throngs of shoppers bumped into her, but still Marion made it back to the car her smile intact

“We’re close. The dream is almost ours,” he says, his voice brimming with joy.

“No,” I breathe out, “The dream has always been ours. It’s reality we’re…

“Algernon Blackwood at your service.”
At the desk in the foyer Beatrice squirmed; he was repulsive.
“What is it you are here for Mr. Blackwood?” she asked politely.
“Here to serve you dear.”
“Then perha…

“Poetry … you’r joking”
The girls were aghast. They were being coerced into reading …ginny spat out the word ‘poetry…yukkk’
You see, they all loved to paint or sculpt, act or dance. Thespians all bu…