Stationary on the driveway, Hattie killed the gentle purr of the electric motor housed under the bonnet of the newly converted and refurbished red Pontiac, 1969 GTO. Seconds before, she'd seen Wyatt watering the flower borders of the front yard outside his house. Despite attempts to avoid eye contact, it had happened. She watched as… Continue reading Will He Ask Again?
"My name's Samdrew Wilmot-Dickson and today," the camera scoots back from a facial close-up revealing an interior of palatial grandeur, "I am here, to view the centre-piece display, broadcasting live from this year's annual, academy summer show." The presenter walks out of shot revealing two elderly cellists, who commence with playing an Offenbach composition to… Continue reading A Brief But Furious Struggle
Since waking and despite a deceptively calm appearance, sat alone in the spartanly furnished kitchen, Bryan eagerly tracks the arrival of a delivery. A web page displayed on his kitchen table laptop, shows a pinpointed map and a thick red line reaching towards his address. Midway through pouring a morning cup of tea, the sound… Continue reading The Princess’ Hair (~1,450 words)
"But..." Katie hesitated, what she'd just heard made no sense to her. "A double reverse Mormon thing situation." Aware of the relative silence inside the public library, aside from the muffled sound of pages turned and throats cleared, she half whispered "What the fuck is that?""Well." Maya glanced at Erik, seeking a signal he was… Continue reading Double Reverse Mormon
The sounding of the morning bell drew the schoolchildren inside, leaving Pembrooke School's religious education teacher, Greta Astonberry, caught in the middle of the playground, deep in thought. "Hey," Harry asked as he passed by, "are you okay?""Harry - Mr Buckley, good morning." Greta replied, brought back with apparent suddenness to her surroundings by the… Continue reading At School The Following Day…
An ekphrastic short form fiction, inspired by a collage: It was late and the dance floor was sweaty; lithesome bodies competed for space. Two new arrivals gravitated through the dimmed light towards the bar, drawn by the sound of a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice and fine liqueurs. The man pulled out a wooden stool… Continue reading Let’s Dance!
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. For a moment, Mr Andrews stood stock still - dismayed and shocked. Then, with the ice cold water seeping down through his clothes, he lifted the upturned plastic bucket free from his head. The muffled giggling he'd heard start only seconds ago, now became… Continue reading What They Became