There had been weeks of solitary searching—that mighty river leading him on and on—but at last Albert Braithwaite had found his heart’s desire. And he had survived the ensuing test—those agonising days of waiting and contemplation. But finally he had his reward! A reward beyond what he had hoped for; a reward beyond what he had ever expected! At first he was gladdened by this good fortune but slowly he began to consider. Was this too much for one man? Did he in truth deserve to keep it all? All day and all night, he examined his heart, and all day and all night the name of that mighty river pounded and pounded in h
Flash Fiction Month 2017
31
Literature
Noir Comedy
I could tell she was trouble as soon as she walked into my office. For a start she wasn’t wearing a mask. I adjusted my own Private Investigator mask and watched her face closely as she explained why she’d come to me—emotions constantly skipping and dancing across the damn thing as she talked. Hell, I thought to myself. How is anyone ever supposed to read a person through all that noise? But all other evidence was pointing towards her being a Femme Fatale. The expertly painted face, the curvaceous figure, the low neckline. And that sultry voice. “It’s my husband, Wilbur Henderson,” she purred. “He
Flash Fiction Month 2016
31
Literature
Catty
In general, cats have nine lives. Harold had 183. He didn’t pay much attention to Alice’s chatter as he gobbled down his tuna chunks in the kitchen. She was a child, and a Dog Person, so it was unlikely she would ever have anything interesting to say. But something had certainly got her worked up. Out of curiosity, Harold finally started to listen. “I was suspicious of you from the start,” Alice was saying. “Did you really think no-one would ever notice?” Harold finished the last chunk and looked up. “Mrs. Deaking—used to enjoy a little Gilbert and Sullivan and then suddenly developed a ta
Flash Fiction Month 2015
31
Literature
I've Really Lost My Mind
The young man smiled, with just a touch of embarrassment. “I seem to have lost my mind.” The female attendant looked at him. “This is a railway ticket office.” “Yes..?” “You want the lost property section over there.” She pointed at a counter where a severe-looking man was rearranging misplaced umbrellas. “Thank you!” The young man nodded politely and headed across to the other section. The lost property attendant looked up as the young man approached. “Is it an umbrella you want?” He indicated the display. The young man appeared to be tempted for a moment by a purp
Flash Fiction Month 2014
31
Literature
The Back of the Sofa
In the communal living room of her student digs, Prudence knelt on the sofa and rummaged around between the cushions in the hope of finding her wayward fiver. She frowned as she searched. The sofa certainly seemed to have a lot of give—her hand was sinking further and further and— She barely had time to feel shocked as she slipped and fell. It only seemed a moment before she hit the ground and found herself once again in the strange world of Back O’ Th’ Sofa. “Good heavens…” Prudence gazed about in wonder. “I thought I’d dreamt this place…” “Prudence!” She turn
Literature
Deckchairs
“...and so we are here talking to Hubert Barraclough in order to find out more about this fascinating pastime.” Lavinia Clutterbuck pointed the microphone at Hubert. “It is a relatively unknown version of the game, isn’t it?” Hubert smiled a little ruefully. “Sadly it is—even though Beach Poker is in fact the original form of poker. Admittedly nowadays it is generally played in private on artificial indoor beaches like this one but still…” Lavinia nodded. “Can you take us through some of the aspects of Beach Poker?” “Of course!” Hubert indicated the deckchairs in
FlashFictionLives 2016 Prompts
10
Literature
Something Personal
Doctor de Silva and Doctor Visser were going through the records at The Museum of Contagious Diseases. “So this lady got hepatitis A… this gentleman got gastroenteritis… and this lady got chlamydia!” Doctor de Silva beamed. “Excellent!” “Are you sure…?” Doctor Visser smiled weakly. “I really think we need to rethink the museum’s gift shop.”
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