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Shared Feelings – Flash Fiction

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They’d been working together in silence. A comfortable silence. They each got on with their own work, doing what they had to do with no chatter, no laughter. It certainly wasn’t unusual for them to do so, but it was definitely not the norm to be so quiet, so engrossed in their own work.
“You ok?” he asked, looking up from his desk and breaking the silence.
She glanced up from what she was doing and looked him straight in the eye. Spending a second considering what to say, she took a deep breath;
“I feel stuck” she stated, her voice taking on a tone of realism rather than her usual bright vocals. “I feel like I’m having a quarter life crisis or something. I’m in a state of flux – I don’t like everything about my life, but I don’t know how to fix those bad bits. I don’t know what to do for the best. I just don’t feel like I’m living – barely existing really. I get all these ideas about what I could do, but I’m too lazy to pursue them – too tired! I’ve got no real passion anymore. Nothing that will satisfy my creativity and be an income. I want the money, but without the work. I don’t want this 9 – 5 existence, going home exhausted and only living for the weekend – why is that even a way of life? It’s soul destroying. But it’s the norm, and the easy way out I guess.”
She trailed off; thinking about everything she just released, she turned to him, wondering if she had freaked him out with her verbal unloading.
“I feel exactly the same way” he half-smiled

 

[277 words]

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Haunted – Flash Fiction

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“It’s been 15 years, but I still regret what happened at the lake that night”
“I know,” she replied softly, “but it did happen. You can’t change it now; you need to forgive yourself – I’ve forgiven you”
“But I killed you!” his voice strained
“and you’ve had to live with that on your conscience; I’m not going to punish you for it. Besides, you’ve been stuck with me “haunting” you since then”
He smiled at her apologetically across the dining room table
“you must hate me” he stated
She thought for a second:
“No. Well… I did, but not, not anymore. Being dead, you kinda learn to let things go”

[110 words]

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Buttons

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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, always called something ridiculous like ‘Big & Mighty’, to buy even larger sizes scared him into action. He needed to lose the weight, and fast.

He decided to be smart about it, to go to a doctor first and get the right advice. Crash diets just never worked.

At the doctors though, rather than taking his vitals and discussing the best exercises and healthy meal options, or telling him off for being so glutinous, the doctor simply asked about his life and how things were.

Unsure of what this had to do with anything, he thought for a second before attempting to answer.

He hadn’t really thought about himself lately, figured he was kinda stuck on automatic mode so to speak, going through the motions of daily life without really reflecting on it.

“Well”, he spoke hesitantly, “erm, I’ve just been working really. My mom died last year and I haven’t really wanted to do anything else. Just getting on with it.”

“And how do you feel about your mother’s death?” the doctor asked

He stopped to consider this question before bursting into tears. At first they simply streaked down his cheeks but the more he spoke the more they flowed, harder and harder, his face turning the colour of sweet red cherries.

Through heaving sobs he explained how much he missed her, how he was an only child who never knew his father and with no other family to speak of.

He spent the best part of an hour crying his heart out, talking about his feelings of loneliness, emptiness and uncertainty for his future. He shook with emotion.

Eventually he began to settle and calm down, and as the tears started to ease and subside, the doctor asked him to stand in front of the mirror. A little repulsed at the idea of looking at his fat, puffy, tear-stained face, he slowly got up and stepped over to the other side of the room where a full length mirror hung on the wall. He lifted his gaze unwillingly.

However, rather than the red plum of a face he was expecting, he was surprised to see a much slimmer man staring back.

“All of your “fat” was in fact emotional baggage you’ve been harbouring since your mother passed. You’ve been bottling it all up and with no other release, it simply has to go somewhere. Your fat was the physical manifestation of what you were feeling inside.”

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An exercise in dialogue

A little experimentation with dialogue here. I’ve used no descriptive sentences or set the scene, hoping that it will all come across in the speech I have created. I would love to receive feedback on this as my dialogue always needs a bit of work. Happy Reading ~SK~

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“What are these sentences? Names, descriptions of behaviour and activities, nonsensical words; what kind of computer virus is this?”

“It’s baffling Sir; our security systems aren’t alarming us to any kind of hacking or virus…”

“The system is wrong Jones! Someone is obviously over-riding our computers with this gibberish.”

“It’s a lot more advanced than our equipment then Mr Macintosh, to go undetected by our firewalls. Maybe it’s some kind of code? We need to find out what these names could possibly mean.”

“Well get on it! Get everybody on it! I want to know exactly who is behind this!”

*****

“How do you spell your name Scarlett?”

“S.C.A.R.L.E.T.T”

“Well done Scarlett! You’re so clever”

“Will you write it?”

“Shall I use the letters on the keyboard again?”

“Yeah”

“What else shall I type?”

“That Jacob is playing with Livvy”

“Ok”

“Can I have a go?”

“Of course you can. But that’s not how you ask for something is it?”

“Please!”

“Good girl Scarlett.”

“There’s no screen like Daddy’s ‘puter”

“No, this keyboard is just for playing with, it’s not attached to anything.”

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