Flash Fiction

Here’s a running list of my published Flash Fiction Pieces (scroll down for the latest piece)

Outside My House – The Same – Oct 2017

“Outside my house, there’s a man in a silver car. Tall, blond, broad shouldered; I can see him texting, one forearm propped on the wheel. I look at him again, pulling back the curtains, giving him a wave.” Read the rest here

Black Is The Purest Sound – Retreat West Quarterly Comp Runner Up – Nov 2017

“You wear too much black, love.”

Dad doesn’t get it though, black isn’t a colour, it’s a sound; it’s Amy Winehouse’s voice coming through my speakers. I listen to her every day before school. Read the rest here

The Swimmers – Cabinet of Heed Issue 1 – Nov 2017

The girl steps into the water, careful precise movements until the waves lick at her hipbones. With a deft motion of her arms, she dives in. She has an neat overarm crawl, propelling herself toward the fiery line of the horizon.” Read the rest here

The Change – EllipsisZine – Nov 2017

“I’d known `The Change` was starting when I dried up everywhere. And I mean everywhere. My moods pitched and fell according to an inner tide. I sought solace in swimming, the ebb and flow of the moon-dragged waves cradled me in a salty embrace each day.” Read the rest here

Lights Out – Spelk Fiction – Dec 2017

“The hockey stick cracks down on his head like a spoon bashing an egg, blood oozes out like yolk. The look on his face is one of extreme surprise, as if he’d found his passport after a frantic search, worried about missing a flight.” Read the rest here

The Wind In The Leaves – Moonchild Magazine – Dec 2017

“Somewhere in that dreamtime state between awake and asleep, the shadow of a man’s hand appears on the wall opposite me. Adrenalin bursts through my blood, leaving me gasping, heart thudding like a trapped bird. But as I look the image blurs and fades, it’s just the wind in the leaves outside.” Read the rest here

Gold Top Redux – The Ginger Collect – Dec 2017

“You’ve been taking the medication?” The nurse pulled off her gloves as she spoke, the snap of rubber loud in the room. Read the rest here

The Flotus Factory – The Ginger Collect – Dec 2017

“Our day starts like all the others. Our pods opening, new born like chicks, blonde hair in fluffy waves, pink pouting lips, perky tits and tiny toes. We move as one to the showers. In unison jets spray us. Soapy foam washes away down the plug hole along with the secrets we keep.” Read the rest here

Golden Thread – 50 Word Stories – Dec 2017

“In the night I am worthless. I dissolve as the darkness presses down onto me” Read the rest here.

Reflections – The Same – February 2018

“Whenever I’m there, she is too. It’s nice to have her company though we are separated by both bricks and water.  I see her no matter whether I’m feeding, soothing, winding or watching the world go by reflected in the canal outside my house. She is in a room like mine, often sitting, sometimes standing or pacing, baby on one shoulder. Even when the canal is ruffled by the wind, pock marked by rain, in fragments and shards she’s there; I’ve come to think of her as a friend.” Read the rest here.

Rubies – EllipsisZine `Two`- February 2018

“My mistress has a necklace of rubies. The stones wink at me in the candle-light, fat and wet like drops of blood. She has other necklaces – of pearls, of emeralds – but none as fine as this” Read the rest here.

Orchids – Riggwelter – March 2018

“The Orchid sat on our windowsill in a white pot. After an initial showy bloom, it withered away to a brown stump and David wanted to bin it. I stopped him though.  Instead I gave the plant a name – Artemis – and I watered her hopefully” Read the rest here

The House Sitter – Siren’s Call – April 2018

“A musty smell charged my nostrils when I unlocked their front door.  This would be my last trip.” Read more here.

Putting The Bullet Back In The Gun – Zero Flash Fiction – April 2018

“The assassin presses rewind. The threads of her life lie loose, a gaping hole in her heart. The spaces between her breathing hurt where the love leaks out.

The victim jerks upwards, a marionette’s jig. Spurts of crimson suck into the plug hole at his temple, skin closing over, erasing the darkness inside. The bullet begins its high-octane journey in reverse.” Read more here.