Love is Blind – Flash Fiction

She strode across the room of the restaurant and punched him square on the nose. People at the nearby tables stopped with forks mid air to watch this drama unfolding. Dinner and a show. She felt a teeny bit thrilled at the prospect of embarrassing him - she knew how he hated to look bad... Continue Reading →

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Buttons

It was when a button popped off, straining under the pressure of holding his blue shirt closed, that he realised something needed to be done. That shirt was the largest one he could find in the shop when he’d brought it, only a few months ago. The thought of going to a specialist clothes shop,... Continue Reading →

The Mystery of Her

Day after day, year after year, he had said nothing of his affections. He often thought about doing so, of coming right out with it but he just couldn’t do it. Scared of more rejection, the fear of being even more alone if she spurned him. The one time he did try to tell her... Continue Reading →

The Girl in the Green Tshirt

The idea for this story came about whilst thinking about break-ups and how people dread running into their exes. I thought it was a decent idea and makes for a really good piece of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy it too. SK ... The memory of her haunts me. I always regretted what I... Continue Reading →

Untitled

This piece is inspired by real life, but given a little bit of exaggeration just to spice things up a bit and make it more interesting. I hope you like it, and I am open to any title sugesstions, S.K ... They stared at each other across the bar. Male ego and testosterone filled the air.... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Want to Talk

This piece was inspired by the first line of Abba's "the winner takes it all". I have used it as my starting off point but unlike the song, about seeing someone who has hurt you, my main character is the one who did the hurting. I hope you like it, and please feel free to... Continue Reading →

27/365 – In Hospital

  Day 27 - A story very close to my heart, inspired by real life, but edited and exaggerated... I stood over her hospital bed, looking down at her drifting in and out of sleep. This could be her last day on earth; hell it could be mine, I could get hit by a bus... Continue Reading →

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