“Day 112: still shipwrecked. It’s Christmas today. Back home, Mum’s ordering everyone out of the kitchen, Uncle Clive’s yelling at the TV, the cousins are fighting over the presents…” Joe carefully erased the ‘HELP’ spelled out in the sand, then cracked open a coconut. Almost time to watch the sunset.
Category Archives: Microfiction
The Answer
“Master, they say you know the Answer. They say you reveal it to those who ask.” “Do they? Must be Second Apprentice again, he’s always gossiping.” “But you are so wise, surely you Know?” “Those who know, don’t accidentally set their robes on fire lighting incense.” “Pardon?” “Ancient proverb.” “Master, please, I’ve come so far…”Continue reading “The Answer”
West
“My pa said your daddy’s firing were down to consumption.” “That’s a damn lie, Zeb Potter.” Lily-belle stomped her sooty foot upon the slats. “Children, that’s enough,” said Miss Henshaw, flashing perfect pearl teeth. The youngsters sat, enraptured by their new school teacher. The whole mining-camp was. Miss Henshaw felt the envelope amongst the foldsContinue reading “West”
If One More Person Asks Me To Play Whist, So Help Me…
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a lady reading a novel at a house party will get absolutely no peace. “There you are, Miss Wilson!” I lower my book, cursing Mr. Barstow’s persistence. To my mortification I notice Lord Ashford watching us, a wry smile on his handsome face. “Barstow,” he says suddenly. “YourContinue reading “If One More Person Asks Me To Play Whist, So Help Me…”
Highland Holiday
“Harold, are we going the right way?” Harold looked at Amelia reproachfully and continued trudging uphill. “You wanted a holiday,” he muttered. “On an island, you said. Where it’s green and lush. You specified.” “I can hear you grousing,” called Amelia. “At least stop for a snack.” They reached the hilltop. Grudgingly, Harold paused andContinue reading “Highland Holiday”
The Sheet
In the old laundry room, James quickly threw his bedding into the washing machine. He never liked this place, with its dodgy lights, electrical hum and strangely active pipes that banged and rattled. He swore as he got to the bottom of the basket. Where was his sheet? A dragging sound. Turning, he saw nothingContinue reading “The Sheet”
Black button eyes
Billy always dragged me outside to build a snowman after the first decent snowfall. He would be over the excitement in a few months, moaning instead for snow melt and sunshine. I placated him, but I only did it for the hot chocolate Mom made. The light was fading, and Billy had just put theContinue reading “Black button eyes”
Innsmouth Harbor
The monster rose from the ocean depths, its screech shattering the salty air. Ronald fed it a chip. Its tentacles writhed happily. “So this is what you do on Saturdays?” His date frowned, further increasing her resemblance to a duck. Ronald shrugged. “He’s friendlier than the seagulls. Bigger appetite, though.” “Actually, I should get going…”Continue reading “Innsmouth Harbor”
The Tiny Library 