Longest Day | Microfiction

The title screen rolls while Netflix queues up another recommended show.

“I can’t take another,” Fran mutters as she drags her fingers down her face, pulling her features down into a grotesque grimace.

“But the day isn’t over,” Lisa replies with a sigh. Continue reading “Longest Day | Microfiction”

Shy Styles | Flash Fiction

The queue for Shy Styles snakes right around the block. The men and women patiently waiting in line are all completely silent. Some listen to music through ear buds or headphones. Others tap idly at phone screens and tablets. A few are reading books, while more still simply gaze about them, taking in the cars and people that pass them by.

The same goes for the lucky customers who are at the very front of the queue and able to find seats inside the salon’s foyer. None of them say a word. The only sound is that of a lone hairdryer, which the hairstylist wields expertly as she finishes off a sleek cut and blow dry. Continue reading “Shy Styles | Flash Fiction”

Face Your Fear | Flash Fiction

“The best way to overcome fear is to face it head on.”

Pete gazed across Trafalgar Square and felt his heart pound. He turned to his life coach and shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You can, Pete. And you will,” she said with a confident smile. “Look.”

She produced a paper bag from her pocket and showed Pete the contents.

He frowned. “Isn’t this illegal?” Continue reading “Face Your Fear | Flash Fiction”

Company | Microfiction

The bird turned up at 7.35pm sharp, every single day since her grandmother had died. It perched on the window ledge, gazing through the glass at her with inquisitive eyes as she washed the dishes.

Perhaps it just wanted some company, she thought. She didn’t mind that; she could use some company herself. Her evenings had been quiet since she stopped getting her grandmother’s daily calls. Continue reading “Company | Microfiction”

The Man Who Could Never Finish | Flash Fiction

The groom pours stale coffee into a cup, leaving a half an inch of the black liquid in the bottom of the percolator. He brings the cup to his dry lips and takes a long swig to relieve the cotton wool sensation that plagues his tongue.

He needs distraction. He retrieves his phone from his trouser pocket and taps at the screen to access his documents. He skims over the latest draft of an article he’s been battling with for weeks. It’s good. It’s almost perfect. He just can’t seem to find the right words to conclude it.

And he probably won’t be able to find them now as the nerves swirl in his stomach. He takes another sip of coffee and reaches into the inside pocket of his suit, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter.

She’ll turn up her nose when she catches the whiff of stale fag on his breath. He told her he’d quit. She doesn’t know that he never managed to kick that first and only smoke of the day.

When the nicotine has delivered a surge of faux confidence, he tosses the cigarette — only two-thirds smoked — onto the ground and grinds it beneath his shoe. He can probably go through with it, he thinks. It won’t kill him. He’s managed three years already; a lifetime won’t be all that bad…

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Don’t Go | Microfiction

‘Please don’t leave. I’m scared.’

Here we go again. Same routine as always. ‘End of visiting hours – I can’t stay.’

‘Take me with you, then. I don’t want to be here.’

‘I can’t do that. They’re helping you get better.’ Continue reading “Don’t Go | Microfiction”

Ego | Flash Fiction

‘I know he’s right for the job. I know he has all the experience. I know he’ll make this department the best it’s ever been. The trouble is, he knows it, too. He’s got an ego on him. If we give him this promotion, his big head’ll only get even more obnoxious.’ Continue reading “Ego | Flash Fiction”

Looking Back | Microfiction

Once upon a time there was a woman who only ever walked backwards.

She was the retrospective type. She believed that looking back would help her to learn from the past. It gave her time to brood over old regrets and figure out what she would do differently if she could turn back time and replay her life. Plus, it meant that she didn’t have to worry one jot about the future; she didn’t look ahead, so everything that was to come next was a perpetual surprise. Continue reading “Looking Back | Microfiction”

Neighbours | Flash Fiction

Bang, bang, fucking bang, every single day since they moved in.

It’s not always loud. I mean, sometimes it is; sometimes it’s so loud it makes me jump out of my skin. But a lot of the time, it’s a dull thud, thud, thud, or a swift rat-a-tat-tat. It’s almost like somebody’s knocking on the wall that divides our properties, trying to get my attention. But that’s probably my mind playing tricks on me. Continue reading “Neighbours | Flash Fiction”

Never Broken | Microfiction

She refused to be broken by it. Instead, she’d turn it into a positive.

She’d been thinking for a little while that it was time for a new adventure, time to broaden her mind and see what else there was on offer.

She wouldn’t be defeated. She’d rise to the challenge. She’d take the bad and turn it into good. This was an opportunity. Continue reading “Never Broken | Microfiction”