Category Archives: Flash Fiction

The Darkness in Her Eyes

They walk side-by-side with the slow pace of people who have nowhere else to be, despite the bitter cold. The wind leads them on as they follow the footpath, which eventually winds its way to a playground.

‘I didn’t know this was here. Eight years and I still feel like a tourist,’ he says, crossing his arms against the cold.

‘It’s easy to follow the same routine,’ she smiles as she makes her way to the swings. ‘But if it makes you feel any better, most of this was added after you started teaching here.’ Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 3, 2018 in Flash Fiction




‘What’s the other name for red blood cell?’ Erica asked while covering the relevant textbook passage with her hand.
‘E-ry-tho-CYTE,’ Clara said, counting every syllable with her fingers.
‘Good enough. Alright, number five, then we can go watch cartoons and have a big glass of chocolate milk. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 21, 2014 in Flash Fiction


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Justice Cape Man


                Na na na, soaring through the night,

                Na na na, ready for a fight…

                Justice Cape Man!

‘Not this again,’ Robert said as he blindly reached for his phone. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 4, 2014 in Flash Fiction


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You left after Europium

From:    Greg Thorpe

To:        Leticia Reynolds

I had been waiting for long enough that the ice in my coffee had melted, topping my drink up by the amount I had already consumed – around thirty milliliters – and cleverly hiding the fact that I preferred to be half an hour early rather than on time. The condensation coalesced on my plastic cup and slid down its length, reminding me that any minute you would appear, your downcast eyes always in search of somewhere innocuous to land, probably starting with my coffee, inspecting the infusion of slow-roasted arabica beans with a dash of milk and, by that point in the cafe sojourn, the by-products of dissolved ice cubes.

Your form materialized on the other side of the street, slow steps weaving around other pedestrians equally frazzled by the rain, umbrellas being whipped from weak grips, grips that couldn’t hold on to what was dear no matter how hard they struggled, grips belonging to weak-willed people who had long since given up on attaining what should be theirs or reaching for something they could only fathom… Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Flash Fiction


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You Wake up in a Room


The lady:              You wake up in a room—

George:               —Wait, who am I? What do I look like?

The lady:              You’re yourself. You look like you always do. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on February 3, 2014 in Flash Fiction


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Frank, John, Fred

This was written for the Two for Tuesday Challenge #27. Prompt: Incorporate the following arbitrary ideas into a story: a talking robot, an abandoned building, a pair of sunglasses, a mood of indifference.

‘I’m fine where I am,’ the robot said as it rifled through the debris of a broken dresser.

‘Oh, that’s perfectly alright with me,’ a disembodied voice responded. It was synthetic, the syllables tied together without particular regard to the resulting sounds. ‘I just don’t understand what you’re trying to achieve by being separated from me.’ Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on October 1, 2013 in Flash Fiction


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House Blend

This was written for the Two for Tuesday Challenge #25. Prompt: House Blend.

Linda, you’re looking pretty enthusiastic for a Monday morning. …Wait a minute. That’s not a low-fat
muffin. Or a skinny latte. Have you given up on your third diet already?
Oh, and here comes Jonny. What’s that, you’re getting something different today? Oh, wow, you finally
asked Cynthia out. Congratulations!
Is Lily still not here? She’s going to be late for work again if she doesn’t show up soon. Ah, I see
her, she’s coming in now-
Wait a minute. That doesn’t seem right. Is she crying? And who’s that man pushing her along? Why does
she have such a big coat? Is she hiding bruises?
No, not bruises- Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on September 13, 2013 in Flash Fiction


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