Twisted knots, gnarled lines, deep grooves, and deformed limbs. The tall, dark-haired man with tan skin looked from his great-grand-mother to the ancient tree, seeing the similarities. She was standing next to one of the drooping branches, one of those which looked as if they’d pointed proudly towards the sky somewhere in the past, butContinue reading “The woman and the tree”
Category Archives: flash fiction
Storm (2)
She looked at him, sitting as far in the middle of the round room as he could, his knees pulled up, his chin resting on them, eyes closed. His breathing seemed to have calmed down. She saw him by the light of his phone’s torch, laying next to him, shining upwards. Guilt surged up inContinue reading “Storm (2)”
Storm
‘We should get out of here! Now!’ The wind started to pick up. He could see the waves getting larger already, white tips starting to form, multiplying as he looked out over the ocean. All of a sudden, the storm clouds were visible, a large and dark wall of roiling shadow shapes, all aiming toContinue reading “Storm”
Am I a creative person? (interludes 0.1)
For the first time since I started this blog several weeks ago, there is no flash fiction story today. I do want to stick to my regular schedule of posting a blog every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at 6pm Sydney time, so here are some of my ponderings, and a quick talk about all theContinue reading “Am I a creative person? (interludes 0.1)”
Forgotten
It just lay there. Abandoned. Forgotten. Alone. No one took any heed to it. No one saw it. No one picked it up. Until the cat came along. The cat saw it from a distance, and lowered his front body, backside slightly up in the air. He inched a little bit closer, crawling silently overContinue reading “Forgotten”
Skill of a butterfly
The butterfly was magnificent with its splendid array of stunning colours. The wings fluttered slightly while landing on Yesco’s outstretched palm, the movement emphasizing the iridescent red, blue, purple, white and black. She sighed in relief. The first animal she’s been able to call to her. It had taken her several tries in the pastContinue reading “Skill of a butterfly”
Keys
When she got home, she was stunned to discover that she’d lost her keys. Her eyes narrowed. It must’ve been him. He’d been trying to get in touch with her ever since they met at that cafe. He‘d been an elderly man, with a sophisticated look and a distinguished manner. They’d just, out of theContinue reading “Keys”
The president
He checked himself out in the stand mirror. Tall, handsome, powerful. Adjusting his wig, he made sure it was attached well enough. He could only imagine the media activity if they’d discover it’s not his real hair. He did imagine it then, his eyes growing vacant, and thought: ‘That would be a good way toContinue reading “The president”