Tag: Flash Fiction
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THE LAST TOY MAKER IN PARIS
Henri-Pierre Cailloux slowly put down his tools on the bench and sighed. The clock struck midnight. He wound up the mechanism and watched as the wooden toy flapped it’s wings gently. He closed his eyes and listened to the whirring and ticking. A satisfied smile spread over his face. Everything in perfect working order. This…
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M IS FOR MOON
Håkon Berg had called Anders Sand just after midnight. This far north Sand was in the Arctic Circle. The moon, even in April, was almost a permanent fixture in the sky, the sun only breaking the horizon for a few hours each day. Only by the clock face on his ‘phone could Sand tell the…
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L IS FOR LORRY
Gabi woke with a constant drone in her head. As her senses awakened she realised it was the hum of an engine and the sound of tyres on a road. She tried to move. Her hands were tied together behind her back. When she tried to straighten her legs she found her feet and wrists…
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K IS FOR KETTLE
Gabi Henriksen hung up the ‘phone after promising Sand she would do as he asked. It was typical of her older partner. He was a great mentor and friend, but always over-protective of her. He thought he was some kind of father figure to her. While Gabi appreciated how much he had looked after her…
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BALANCING THE SCALES
One pizza won’t hurt, thought Agnes as she crept down the stairs. She was still waiting to see any results after joining the slimming club. She was racked with guilt when the pizza arrived. The weigh-in was on Friday, she still had time to lose a couple of pounds. A couple of pieces won’t hurt. ***…
Iain Kelly 