Category: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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DEATH DUMBS DOWN
‘I tried Tiddlywinks, Ludo, even Snap. In the end I settled on this.’ Death gestured to the game scrawled out on the paper in front of them. Reginald felt a pang of sympathy for the depressed figure shrouded in his black robe. ‘Really? Tic-Tac-Toe was the only one we could cope with?’ ‘It’s called Noughts…
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BYSTANDERS IN A BORDER TOWN
Mamá Renata lifted the washing basket and hobbled down the stairs. She looked out onto the cobbled street. Javi was there, running around with the other niños in the dusty sunshine. Señor Augusto swept his step. A Moorish Gecko skittered down a shaded wall and across the street. ‘Javi, diez minutos,’ Mamá Renata called. Her grandson waved. An…
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WHEN THE SEAGULLS FOLLOW THE TRAWLER
‘When the seagulls follow the trawler, it’s because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.’ Ah, Eric Cantona. Those were the days of proper football: cult heroes; muddy pitches; crumbling stadiums and playing for the love of the game. Then the money men came and ripped the soul out of the sport he loved.…
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THE BUTTERFLY FARMER
‘That really works?’ I asked pointing at the patterned umbrella. ‘It seems to draw them out.’ ‘Besides from look nice, what do butterflies do anyway?’ ‘They pollinate, they control other insect numbers, they indicate a healthy environment.’ A Red Admiral with it’s black and orange wings fluttered around us. The old lady swooshed her net…
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THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
Day Twenty-Two: Today we climbed to the peak above our valley and staked our flag. We had an official ceremony with just original the founders of the New State of America. Later we joined the others building the wall around our border. We don’t want to build barriers, but we have to do something to…
Iain Kelly 