A bit of flash fiction today. Not entirely fictional…! 8pm. Great, baby asleep in good time. Should really go to bed now, but I’ll just have five minutes first. Ooh, there’s a repeat of that show I missed the other night. Right, I’ll make a cuppa and watch that; it’s only half an hour… 9.30pm. [...]
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Stuck in the Mud
The woman tried to move her feet. However much she wriggled and jiggled her legs, they wouldn’t free. She stood up straight, hands pushing into the small of her back, closing her eyes with a weary sigh. On every side the world moved around the mud puddle. Children danced and ran, energy pouring out of [...]
Cold Calling
The phone rang for the hundredth time. I sighed, put down the iron, and answered the call. “Good afternoon!” a false, cheerful voice rang out. “Could I speak to the homeowner please?” “I’m a tenant,” I said dourly. “Ah!” The Voice never faltered. “In that case, can I just ask if you have taken out [...]
Friday Flashing
I’ve meant, for a couple of weeks, to have a go at the #FridayFlash meme on Twitter. I don’t know if you sign up to anywhere – if anyone knows, can you let me know in the comments please? Much appreciated. Anyway, the following conversation took place yesterday on Twitter between me and @alisonwells (whose [...]