Flash Fiction Friday

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The Forgotten Ones

I’ve forgotten their names; both of them. I think I may even have forgotten their faces. One was pale and one was dark, I think. Most times they meld together in my thoughts and become one mottled, wrinkled, smooth, perfectly formed, imperfect, dead, faceless beings. I’ve forgotten their names and their faces but somehow I haven’t forgotten how my belly rounded, like a perfectly smooth watermelon; my skin brown and taut. I haven’t forgotten the movements underneath the taut belly...

Flash Fiction Friday: Mind The Gap

I knew I shouldn’t have gone out for happy hour, thought Anna. She stood on the crowded platform at Leicester Square at 6:30pm on a Friday evening. True, she had left her colleagues at the seedy bar (at least she thought it was seedy) just when things were heating up, but they had already been drinking since after 4:00pm and she could only sip on the one Archers and Pineapple drink she had ordered for so long. By the time...

Flash Fiction Friday – Abandoned Things

I had to take a walk. I had to clear my head of all the shit that was whirling around in there leaving no space for me to breathe. I didn’t know where I would end up but I knew I had to leave or else these four walls would crush me like that stinking cockroach I stomped on in the kitchen; bastard was walking around as if he was helping me to pay rent. Nah, I felt no guilt...

Flash Fiction Friday: In a Field of Dreams

Her awareness came to her slowly. Although she was awake, her eyelids felt heavy and she was unable to open them. The warmth on her closed eyelids told her it was some time during the day; maybe mid morning or early evening. Her bare back itched and she wondered briefly why her back was now bare and what was causing the itching. Her nakedness splayed out in the field of flowers had not quite registered in her conscious mind. She...