Flash Fiction

The Devil You Know

Two forests and a river appeared at the foot of the stairs of the flats where she lived.

Normal

‘You are not normal,’ you tell me

‘I am normal’ I reply, thinking: I am not normal

I have stumbled through life vaguely, in parallel to normality and to conventional rules, never quite rebelling in an interesting life-defining way.

The last biscuit

Lucy: Hi! John, isn’t it? Hi! The kettle’s just boiled. Are you having tea? Coffee? Can I pass you something?

Team Building

When Marni had first started in Implementation she’d been excited that there was a…

Stormy Waters

We were feral. Our days were filled with adventures. While our mom worked, we’d slip out of the window, away from under the watchful…

Holiday on the moon

“Remember that year when we went to the moon!”  
 “Oh god yeah when it rained ash…

PTSD

It was the dark that she dreaded. At night when she drifted off to sleep she saw the woods, she smelled the leaves and the moss, heard the birds’…

Living alone

Bippity bip. “Don’t forget me”, sang the fridge, too chirpily given the circumstances. Despite its calls for attention, the milk…

Life: a guide

She was never one for reading the manual. Impatient, she would only ever scan the quick-start guides: filing heavy instructions…

A ship is safe in the harbour, but that’s not what ships are for

Act I