Dirty Old Sod

We are having a reading night at the writer’s group that I attend. The theme is flash fiction. Wikipedia – oh wise, trusty, yet unreliable writer’s tool – says that flash fiction is “work of extreme brevity, including the Six-Word Story, 140-character stories, the dribble (50 words), the drabble (100 words), and sudden fiction (750 words).”Continue reading “Dirty Old Sod”

To Breathe Again

1 In the exposed land halfway between the woods and the farm, I crouch, watching the figure of a man advance along the driveway. He is tall. Is he taller? At this distance I cannot be sure. To steady myself, my hand is on the basket of wood I was carrying; my stomach rests upon myContinue reading “To Breathe Again”

Madame Colti

Standing outside the door, around the corner from Mornington Crescent tube station, Colin Babb checked the address on his phone once more. The map showed that he was in the right place, but there was only this door, wedged between a bicycle repair shop and fast food outlet. By the pictures on Madame Colti’s website,Continue reading “Madame Colti”

The Contraband Compartment

 ‘No.’ He checked his pockets for a third time, pulling out his keys, phone, coins, fluff and a bag of pistachios, spilling them on to the deeply-scratched glass counter. His jaw was clicking. He checked his jacket pockets again, becoming more manic with each next pocket. Standing for a moment with his hands on hisContinue reading “The Contraband Compartment”