The Intern: Part 1

“Hello, I’m Claire.”

RAPL’s jaded receptionist looked up at the slim hand that was stretched out toward her, then traced her eyes up further to the beaming, nervous face to which it belonged.

The receptionist didn’t take the hand. Instead, she looked back down at her monitor and barked, “Surname?” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 1”

Behind the Door

If I walk through that door, everything changes. It changes for the better and for the worse.

I suppose I need to decide if the better is worth the worse. That’s why I’ve been standing here for several minutes, my hand hovering over the door’s handle, heart hammering in my chest and nerves bubbling in my stomach. Continue reading “Behind the Door”

Idiometropolis

“There’s not enough room to swing a cat in here,” Kate said with a scowl.

“Don’t be so dramatic, of course there is,” Julia replied, rolling her eyes at the daughter who had done nothing but complain about the move since the removal van arrived that morning.

“We can find out,” little Charlie suggested as he pushed his nose up against Kate’s bedroom window. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there.” Continue reading “Idiometropolis”

If At First You Don’t Succeed

“So,” she said, with one of those forced, straight smiles which do a wonderful job of portraying the awkwardness of a situation.

“Yeah,” I replied, returning the same expression.

“It’s been nice,” she said, nodding gently as though she had to really convince herself of the statement.

“I mean, it hasn’t really,” I responded. “You haven’t enjoyed yourself. Why?” Continue reading “If At First You Don’t Succeed”

Boat

People told me my fear of boats was an irrational one. I said one word and one word only to these people; Ti-Fucking-Tanic.

The very premise of boats is, to me, ridiculous. They are made of metal. And they’re supposed to float. I’ll admit I’m not big on physics, but common sense tells me that metal is heavy and dense and sinks to the bottom of water. And no matter how much any scientist tries to explain to me that the construction of a boat allows it to glide gracefully on top of the water rather than get swallowed up by it, I believe that boats are deadly, unnecessary forms of transportation. Continue reading “Boat”

Blue

The pink blueberry was hanging alone at the end of her branch whilst all her blue peers clustered together and giggled and sniggered. She was the butt of their jokes once again, simply because she was a different colour.

‘Hey pinky, what’s up with your pigments? Where’s your anthocyanin?’
‘It got washed away cos she’s been anthoCRYanin!’ Continue reading “Blue”

Billboard

Bill had been living in London for two weeks when he was suddenly struck with an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. He didn’t have any friends in the city and it was harder than he thought it would be to get to know the people he worked with. They all seemed so closed off and although they were polite enough to make idle chat about their weekends and their hobbies, they maintained an attitude that said ‘I have enough friends, thanks. I don’t need friends at work.’ Continue reading “Billboard”

Best Friend

‘Break friends, break friends, never, never make friends,’ said Lucy as she shook the paw of Taz, her teddy bear, then slung him across the room.

Taz had really done it this time. There was no way Lucy would ever speak to him again after what he’d done. He’d gossiped about her behind her back to Reg the rabbit and if there was something Lucy couldn’t stand it was gossips. Continue reading “Best Friend”