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 …

Locket #Whimword 

I met Marie in May. Like every other memorable spring day, the air was slow with blossom. I hesitated in the scabby ground that passed as a car park. I'd accepted this story reluctantly. It was on the other side of the city; a lone tower block that shouldered its way out of scrubland that …

#FairyTaleFriday: Valentine’s Wyrm

This was written for #FairyTaleFriday based on the word "tremor". For inspiration I've used the setting of the film "Tremors" starring Kevin Bacon, which for me has echoes of the myths of Wyrms. The word "Wyrm" is from the Old English for a legless serpent or dragon. Have you ever wondered why the graboids (the …

#fairytalefriday Tuppence 2/1/15

Michael and Josephine wore Celeste that day. Matching outfits in a distinctive, light creamy blue. This is something I remember clearly. I haven't been able to be around that hue since. I was burning a stray thread off my new jumper with a cigarette lighter when I first heard the word. "Tuppence!" It was Michael. …

Friday Flash Fiction 24/10/14

Santa creeps towards your house, softly, softly thru the wintry gloom. He whispers: "Holidays are coming." He nimbly climbs the ivy leading up to your window. "Holidays are coming." He chuckles. Standing over you with a sizzling branding iron emblazoned with the "Coke" logo, he sniggers. "Holidays are coming!" You are awake, confused and writhing …