The scream was short but it was the signal for the crowd to break up, some at least looking shamefaced. Not always, the ones you expected, Silas would say years later on the rare occasions he let the booze win. His granddaughters' angry why let him cry the past clean.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Strange Fruit
The scream was short but it was the signal for the crowd to break up, some at least looking shamefaced. Not always, the ones you expected, Silas would say years later on the rare occasions he let the booze win. His granddaughters' angry why let him cry the past clean.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Don’t Mess With Grandma
Monday, 24 August 2009
Hot and Cold Holiday
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Getting Chosen
'Yor stuck with yor kin but you choose yor friends,' she said in a take-me-as-you-find-me voice. It wasn’t an invite. Maggie, standing in her thrown together boot-sale clothes, sidled a look at me. Sighing, she brushed her grey scraggy hair back and said, ' But I reckon you'll do.'
Saturday, 22 August 2009
A Secret Affair
Friday, 21 August 2009
Cold Turkey
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Run Rabbit Run…
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