Frozen. I’d never found courage enough to do it before. I sat with my back against the window for the first time. The subtle sound of stepping feet came first. Then the silhouette in my peripheral. Then followed the slow tingling whisper of breath on the back of my neck. As the sensation shot […]
This week’s WordPress Photography challenge is to capture the extra(ordinary). This little guy’s sole purpose in life is to tell us sun-basking humans how tepid the water is within which he bobs. He does an ordinary job. He floats in an ordinary way. He even retains his air of ordinary when the waves of a belly […]
Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery lashes in the reflection of her sunglasses. They were curved, covered in a thick black […]
Wake up. I became aware of the frown on my face as soon as I gained consciousness. A radiant ray glistened from the window across my left eye. It narrowed the pupil and created warmth in a strip along my skin. The sunlight was headache inducing. Dusty particles pirouetted across the beam, vanishing as soon […]
The time is finally here, week one of ismithwords’ new weekly flash fiction challenge, Literary Lion. This morning I plucked a neon orange paper strip from under the watchful king and unfurled its corners to reveal the word ‘Space.’ So go ahead and commence with penning your pieces of 400 words and under, using the word ‘space’ […]
A four day week is an affair of proportions so glorious that it means Friday has come without my usual straggling spirit and dwindling dynamism. And so it is with my seldom felt Friday fizz that I bring you The Hemingway Day, and six words that together make a very jolly piece of flash fiction. What a difference a day makes. Choke. His […]
It’s a very merry Christmas from me and my festive happy house guest, and the last of this year’s The Hemingway Day flash fiction… He’s alive. Their bodies recoiled, their eyes bulging. Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt “yellow”, which in my view, is just gold with less regal dripping.
On day four of this course I penned a tale of loss, which was the first instalment in a series of posts. In today’s second part, I have scribbled a tale of something found… Aurora. The stinging winced across Laura’s ankle every time she made contact with the concrete. The sapphire velvet chafed incessantly […]