Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Work-to-rule
'It isn't right.'
'It's been the rule for years, sir.'
'They burned heretics for years; it didn't' make it right.'
'We were very disappointed by that decision.'
'Look, I must be on the register.'
'I'm sorry sir, when a camel gets through the eye of a needle, you'll be considered.'
Friday, 30 October 2009
How to sweet talk – not
'Baby, you know I love you.' I always sugared when I wants some sweetening. You hand a line to your kitty-cats or they claw but not the fun way if you gets my drift. Why I even shave and shower for the good uns – she's a splash and dab gal.
Before having too much
Thursday, 29 October 2009
A married love
Random word: Honey
I call 'Honey', and she ignores my plea
as her past replays hard distant voices –
echoes that prick and bleed, nightmare forces
to tear and tug away her melody.
Breakfast was once love, now cool clemency
reigns, with burnt toast welcome as winter sun.
But temptation still leaves a charlatan
to tear and tug away her melody.
Yet life's song made her my celebrity,
a star of silver screen from the first sight.
So I dream of life starved of appetite
to tear and tug away her melody –
a time of love, without adultery
to tear and tug away her melody.
Monday, 26 October 2009
To kill with love
Saturday, 24 October 2009
No man is handsome to a dad
Random word: A Handsome Man
‘He's a darn touch too good looking if you get me drift.’
‘Meaning?’
‘What man - what real man - puts muck on his face...and...thinks about what to wear outside of weddings and funerals.’
‘Dad, Bill is sensitiv—’
‘Sensitive! He'll be in a dress next - he's got the hair already.’
‘
Friday, 23 October 2009
On meeting beautiful women
Random word: A Beautiful Woman
A beautiful woman draws like a flame,
so you watch wondering who she will burn.
But cool heads lose when they dream of the sun.
So what, you may say - a day in the sun
when you flutter and fluff around the flame
is worth that hint of bliss before the burn.
For a moment you hope...pray that the burn
when it comes heralds the dawn of the sun
shining on the love you feel like a flame.
But flames burn so let loose dreams of your sun.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Love isn't all we need…is it?
Steve is so defensive. Whenever I ask "are you happy", he says something flippant. What's wrong with me worrying about him? Dad slipped way before I could ask. Kids, what do they know about neglect, I sleep with it every night. What's wrong in wanting to be someone's prize possession?
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Love isn't all we need
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
The peril's of being a Home Counties witch
Saturday, 17 October 2009
You talking to me?
'Do this and...well you'll see Roy again.'
'What you mean? He's back this evening. I were on the blower with him only this morning.'
'He's been...detained.'
'You butcher.'
'Keep your hair on mate; he won't be touched if you play straight.'
'You’ll have to kill me first.'
'Okay.'
Friday, 16 October 2009
A Man doesn't have to always do what a Man does
Not a Cowboy!
Real McCoy, Mam -
saveloy ready.
Eh, Woody, what
could you mean you bad little saucepot?
Campfire food Mam,
we have lamb too.
Oh damn the food,
let's be rude tonight
and get your gun shot through my gunsight.
Madam, this is wrong,
please remove your tongue.
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Love thy Friends
'I'm sorry darling, the traffic was terrible.' Sarah's sincerity was as real as her eye free smile as she air kissed Alice and the others.
'How horrid for you having to rush out so unprepared,' Alice said, in honey tones.
The other participants winced - who would be collateral damage?
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
The wrong love
My last sunrise.
I despise her-
her guise disgusts,
yet...yet my lusts
soil and rusts the
metals of my
soul. So I die.
The first word begins the story
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Whenever was it about the words?
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Souls untouched
Thursday, 8 October 2009
Remember least we forget
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
When you can’t avoid or report
Monday, 5 October 2009
Old soldiers never die they just fade away
'We met on the 9.42 to London from...from...I forget,' said Keith, wiping his brow in the heat.
'It was from Hitchen. Station gone. Chinese restaurant now don’t you know,' said George. 'Cold so very cold.'
Keith knew better then to argue and just touched George's hand. 'I know.'
Saturday, 3 October 2009
The Enemy Within
Friday, 2 October 2009
When the cure was worse
I knew as my hand touched her, she was ill; the skin was too scratchy for a woman who had others cook and clean.
'Please take a seat, ' I said, weighing up her fee.
What they paid, told me, the truth they wanted. I reckoned she wanted expensive lies.