Story for #whimword: “Cabinet”

In the cabinet: the curiosities. Where the desirables retain their value; where secrets are kept. In the cabinet where motes rush headlong against the glass, shining until the last, and inside their sunless counterparts lay dormant and fearful. Maria looked out of a cramped corridor window and saw rows of heads. Hairless heads, naked and …

Flash Fiction for #whimword: Angel

It was a long time ago, as it is always a long time ago. It was far away, but then isn't it always far away? It was a time when Angels spoke to us. It was a place that is still curled within our memories like a snail within its shell. I was a child. …

Flash Fiction for #whimword – Glamour

Stewart perched on the arm of the sofa and heaved a great sigh. He was becoming despondent. All of his romantic overtures to the beauteous Moira had come to naught. His friends had started to laugh at him; at first in huddles when they thought he wasn't looking, but now openly.  "Mate," his best friend Barry …

A story for #Whimword #FlashFiction – Widdershins

A bright day; a white arm, languid, partially obscured by the row-locks. It was all he could see of her. She trailed her finger in a circle. The water's surface splintered into shards of light. "Widdershins, widdershins." He could barely hear her. He shifted his head; one ear was laying against his coat. "What does …