The corpse, stretched out on its back on the kitchen floor, twitched.
“Seeing things,” said the detective, rubbing at weary eyes. She turned away to examine the pattern of blood spatters on the tiled walls.
When she turned back the corpse was sitting upright.
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“Sir? We’ve just received intel that suggests the enemy will be conducting a major strike at any moment.”
“What kind of strike?”
“Like nothing we’ve ever seen before. Sort of a… complete elimination, I suppose. The destruction of everything we’ve ever known.”
“Will you stop blabbering and get to the point. What are they planning?”
“They’re going to remove the carpets, sir.” Continue reading “War | Flash Fiction”
The bandage had been wrapped around Catherine’s hand for three weeks.
“Come on, love,” said Mum. “Take it off, eh? You don’t need it anymore.”
“Yes I do.”
“It must be all healed up by now.”
“Maybe. But there’ll be a scar.”
“Is that what you’re worried about? Because everybody has scars, love. Nobody will bat an eye.”
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“What do you want for your birthday, Mum?”
“Oh, nothing! Don’t waste your money on me, pet.”
“I’m a millionaire, Mum. Let me spoil you!”
“I have everything I could ever need.”
“But what about something you want?” Continue reading “Lucky | Microfiction”
Every single soul who sampled it said that Fool’s Gold Cheddar was the best cheese they’d ever had. And Keith had created it all by himself, at home one rainy Sunday afternoon. He couldn’t be more proud of himself.
Now, it’s set to be stocked in delicatessens, farm shops and supermarkets right across the county. He takes in the audience that stands before him and beams. They’re looking at him like he’s a genius. He’s the hallowed cheese magician, creator of the smoothest, creamiest, tangiest cheddar that has ever passed their lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he begins. “Thank you so much for coming to our launch party this evening. This is a huge deal for me. I went from a bored and boring old banker, stuck in a 9-to-5 job that I despised. And now I’m my own boss doing something I absolutely love. I couldn’t be more grateful for all the support you’ve given me over the past year.
“Now, lots of people ask me, ‘What’s the secret to Fool’s Gold Cheddar? How do you make it so tangy? What is it that gives it that unique, sharp flavour?’ Well, I’m going to reveal my secret to you tonight, ladies and gents.”
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I look in the mirror and grimace. Deep bags under my eyes. Pimples on my chin. Eyebrows in dire need of a pluck.
“Gross,” I whisper to myself.
“Who the hell are you calling gross?” I say back.
It’s me, talking back to me. My reflection is moving of its own accord and it’s talking to me. Continue reading “Pep Talk | Flash Fiction”
All the silly stories from my social media this week.
“I cannot tell you how sick I am of this whole leopard print trend.”
Lenny laughed. “But you’re wearing it, darling!”
“I know, I know. I wish I wasn’t.” Lolly sighed. “Aren’t you tired of seeing it everywhere? Everyone’s wearing it these days. It’s so overdone, and not even done well. Leopard has become the trademark for trashy.” Continue reading “Fashion, Darling | Microfiction”