Some More Flash Fiction
These are older ones that haven't been shared yet
I’ve been running a series of writing workshops at a local school and getting back into writing my memoir so haven’t shared for a bit so thought I’d bring these ones out that haven’t been anywhere except on The Fiction Dealer’s site.
These three verge on the slightly dark side.
Concrete 100mg
Chris was standing at the bottom of the hole for the next structural pylon, hands tied. He tipped his head to look up at a clear pale blue early morning sky. He heard the rise then fall of a siren. It wouldn't be coming for him.
“Ready for your overcoat,” Glen chuckled.
Chris had said the same to others beforehand and wondered when it would be Glen's turn in a similar hole.
Chris made his peace with God as the cement mixer back towards the hole. The machine made a polite cough before slowly releasing its load.
Brightness – 50mg
His words said how tragic it was yet there was a brightness in his eyes as he lingered on the details; the gore, the contorted body, the weapon, the hand prints and splatters up the wall.
The Commissioner wondered if he had the makings of a good detective or not.
Lullaby – 100mg
The sky was dark though still solid with clouds. No stars to guide us. The wind, now calmer, whistled gently in the empty rigging. What remained of the torn sails flapped softly. Against the hull waves took up the rhythmic bass undertone.
Exhausted I curled up in the foot of the small yacht allowing the oceanic lullaby to send me into a dreamless sleep. It was the cry of seagulls that alerted me that land was approaching.
I blinked into the rising sun.
I absent mindedly reached across to hold his hand.
It was ice cold still.
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