Here's some flash fiction from a while ago
I love doing these
I am learning that writing is what writing is. I am still working on my big project - my memoir - but have decided not to share any for a bit as it makes me tired and vulnerable. As I was always taught, always look after yourself. That expression “put your own oxygen mask on first” is so true.
But these flash fictions are challenging and fun. Some are memoir-ish and some fall from my head.
From Fiction Dealer back in February
Rope – 100mg
The thick pink and blue rope lay carefully coiled in a bag in the corner of the shed. Slowly over the years things had been piled round it then over it until it had been forgotten about.
It was now time to clear the house for selling.
“Mum, look at this,” Josh said shaking out the now mice nibbled rope.
“I'd forgotten about that. We used to climb with him, my brother and I when we were teens until your Uncle Brian … ”
Josh gave his mum a huge hug and carried the rope to the skip.
Fiction Dealer back in April
Summer – 90 mg
Sweet sixteen and she had a steady boyfriend with a car.
Jane's expectations of this first summer out of school were of going to as many of these up and coming festivals as they could together; music, drugs, drink, new experiences, new ideas, new places.
Unfortunately, the problem with dating an older guy – he was twenty – meant he only got the factory shut down fortnight which didn't coincide with any of the festivals so instead they went camping for a fortnight in Wales and visited old castles.
Coming home – 100mg
Holidays are great but coming home is better. Before leaving I change beds, clean through, put everything away.
Neat as a pin, my Gran would say.
As we pulled into the driveway I could see, from the fall of the living room curtain, that something wasn't right. As the family unpacked the car dumping everything on the spotless kitchen floor I, after taking my shoes off, wandered round the house. Nothing else was out of place. Yet that one curtain was telling a tale in its silence. I felt a shiver down my back.
“Gran?” I said without thinking.
Exhale – 80mg
Exhale!” the teacher screamed in panic.
Instead I inhaled more. My fingers started to tingle. I felt dizzy.
I hadn't meant to kick John but he was horrid. I don't like him. Mum says to ignore people you don't like but in school they expect you all to be friends.
“Breath out.” She broke with protocol and slapped my back hard.
“I hate you,” I screamed as all the breath rushed out my five year old lungs.
This is one I did today though the prompt came through on Wednesday. It has been a full week. Not quite sure where the time goes!
Pandora – 100mg [only got it to 77mg but I like it]
A serious look cross his face as he passed the small box across the pressed white linen tablecloth. She took the Pandora jewellery box in the still silence it was offered. She let nestle in her hand. She smiled at him, savouring the moment. She knew once she opened that box, whatever it contained, all kinds of futures between them would be released. For now, whilst the box stayed closed, hope, and those futures, remained safely inside.
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Visiting old castles sounds like a great date.
I love these! I like what you did with Pandora. More fun than mine, I went with fish. 🤣