Friday Flash – Nu Orleans
Nu-Orleans It’s like, it’s this place, OK? And it’s really cool. And I’ve been thinking about it and I reckon I might go there, you know? I mean, one day I will go there. I will, really. In fact if … Continue reading →
Nu-Orleans It’s like, it’s this place, OK? And it’s really cool. And I’ve been thinking about it and I reckon I might go there, you know? I mean, one day I will go there. I will, really. In fact if … Continue reading →
Oval Office He studied the table. White linen, silver cutlery, a wine glass for him. A single red rose. Tonight was going to be something special. This was where things happened. This was where the shit went down. Classical music, … Continue reading →
Having decided to make audio versions of the flash pieces after I’d started the latest sequence I’ve been in catch-up mode. This means there is no new flash fiction from me this week, but I do have an audio narration … Continue reading →
The Desert Ancient, desiccated cacti crumbled to nothing under Amroye’s boot. The sand was freezing, icy air leached heat from her face. The low sun hadn’t moved for hours, a distant pale disk. It was the worst sort of lost. … Continue reading →
Benny Checks In Benny gripped the stolen handbag and got in the queue. He’d got the itch, got it bad. He couldn’t bear it. He went back down the alley. It wasn’t fair. He’d sweated for that bag, he’d done … Continue reading →
Jimmy Checks Out He’d caught a bullet. Pow! Snatch! Just like that. He’d seen it coming he told them later. He’d snatched that motherfucker right out of the air. Burned his palm but that was OK. Anyways, it wasn’t a … Continue reading →
This is the start of a new sequence and this time I’m taking inspiration from two sources: Titles are the chapter heading from my soon to be released SF novel, Shopocalypse; the stories and characters are inspired by current work … Continue reading →
Epilogue ‘Just leave him alone, Pablo. He’s in one of his moods.’ Pablo looked at his grandfather more sympathetically than his mother. The old man was rich, but he’d grown up poor, missing out on many things his own generation … Continue reading →
The Spade He loved the desert, loved the stillness and the parched sky. Loved feeling the sun pushing down on the world like a hot hand. It was so hot the entire universe seemed paralysed. At night cold stars blazed … Continue reading →
Cold Comfort Farm ‘What are you doing?’ he cried, clutching his briefcase. ‘Where are your morals?’ Kim sprawled naked on the king-size bed, half buried in heaps of euros, yen and rouble notes. ‘You can’t blame a girl for having … Continue reading →