‘Morning, I’m here for my interview.’
The fireworks sounded like gunshots. I liked their style. Pretending to be what they were not.
A group of fifty students awaited him. Instead of panicking, he took it all in his stride and simply got on with the task at hand. In fact, he fed off the larger crowd.
When you see a forlorn man in a beaten up car stationary on the opposite side of the motorway, you look at him with…
Please have a read of this little flash fiction piece of mine that got accepted over on 101words.org.
My socks keep finding holes. They love them. Why do my socks have a hole fetish?
“I must say you are looking well, young man,” uttered the rattling skeleton perched on a rock in front of me.
He took a final swig of dirty water from a beaten up old plastic bottle. The sand blew against his matted beard. He tossed the bottle into the…
I saw a watch before me. It had stopped. It lay dead on the splintered table next to a well-worn pen and a pair of glasses — owner unknown.