A short story (500 words-ish) Same, but different. After all this time, all this distance, and only Innes remained the same ten-year-old she’d been then. Her best clothes now worn to rags, her feet bare since the sandals turned to scaly flakes. She was back at the place, but not the moment. The fishing market … Continue reading Slip
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The Empty Wall
A short story based on this prompt: from here. The walls are dry, dusty and cobbled with webs. My hands shake as I shove the torch to make a way through. How could such a large space not be noticed from the outside? The next step slopes down. More steps, darker and deeper, the moisture … Continue reading The Empty Wall
Life, Art, and Worn-Out Shoes
A short story on the dark side. Fiction. Gaffa tape bound the sandals together. A silver badge of honour at the front to hold the toe to the sole, and black at the back to connect heel and sole. The gap in the middle couldn't be fixed until she had glue. Ania didn't have glue, … Continue reading Life, Art, and Worn-Out Shoes
The Final Page
FFFC#107 IMAGE from Pixabay The pen rests, the ink dry. I've run out of time, the sands are sliding my words into oblivion, my wick burned out. The last page is writ, and the message is out there. All I have to do is wait. And wait. No one comes, not to learn the lesson, … Continue reading The Final Page
An Element of Change
A short story, 500 words. Dark. Brown grass. Who needs to mow brown grass? Not Ted. He had a beer, a bit of tree stump to sit on, and distance from the house. All he’d done was mention the new neighbour, and the list of jobs fell from her mouth like a shovel-load of shit. … Continue reading An Element of Change
Past, Future, or Now
A short story: Lasting The last Sunday of the month, the last Sunday of the year, the first light of sunrise. The phone alarm wakes me on the last day. No sounds filter through the window, just light. I roll onto my side and open one eye, not too wide in case I see what’s … Continue reading Past, Future, or Now
Looking, Looking, Looking
for a quick-bite post. Looked up all the places I usually go for a bit of a gnaw of meaty inspiration. Fandango has FOWC (but I hate the word ravish -- do people understand the full implications of that word and it's associations? It's one of those words with two meanings at polar opposites:To ravish … Continue reading Looking, Looking, Looking
On the Street
This story is for #FOWC & #FFF, and the picture that set it off: "This is what she looks like," Issa said. "Like an anime street urchin?" The boy with the hanks of twisted hair touched the wall. "Like a goddess of dirt?" "Exactly," Issa stepped up beside the boy. "She's my little sister, but … Continue reading On the Street
Lucky Be, Lucky
(for Fandango's FOWC Lucky). Lucky Be, Lucky Rain pattered on the glass. Lucky held his ear to the pane and smiled. “What does it have to say?” Rona asked as she tidied the kitchen. “It says it’s going to rain today, that the plants will be watered, that the river will flow, that the dust … Continue reading Lucky Be, Lucky
Equinox, Spring
Or Autumn in the north (or Fall?). The days and nights are equal, the light even with the dark, the seasons calmer, cooler, preparing for the long haul. For us, the heat will be over the next hill, and it's not a very high lump. We'll be hot for much longer than we were cool … Continue reading Equinox, Spring
