Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Monday, 4 November 2013
Saturday, 2 November 2013
Food for Thought
‘I say that the best potato salads come from Bavaria. They are so opulent served hot and chunked with bacon. So much, better then the chilled mayonnaise ones that our Americans cousins favour…’
Mary, numb and exhausted kept her best hostess smile on hold, as she thought, What did the phone call mean?
Mary, numb and exhausted kept her best hostess smile on hold, as she thought, What did the phone call mean?
Friday, 1 November 2013
Sergeant Patterson's Day
'The grass is bent, the tree branch broken and the wall scuffed…what does this tell us?'
'Don’t know Sarge …that they have a big dog?'
Peering over his glasses, Detective Sergeant Patterson sighed, 'Remind me again, Stevens why you joined the police force.'
'Easy Sarge, the intellectual challenge like.'
'Hmm…'
'Don’t know Sarge …that they have a big dog?'
Peering over his glasses, Detective Sergeant Patterson sighed, 'Remind me again, Stevens why you joined the police force.'
'Easy Sarge, the intellectual challenge like.'
'Hmm…'
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Careful what you wish for
Monday, 28 October 2013
Friday, 25 October 2013
A Crime Revisited
The whiskey relaxed Joe. He could face the head now. Its hack marks said Bilinskii but he'd been in jail since '52.
He knocked back more, like your dad, the bloated face accused. Staring back, he suddenly thought, 'How old would Bilinskii kids be now?'
The dropped bottle rolled away.
He knocked back more, like your dad, the bloated face accused. Staring back, he suddenly thought, 'How old would Bilinskii kids be now?'
The dropped bottle rolled away.
Thursday, 24 October 2013
A muse on concrete
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