Category Archives: microfiction

What’s In A Name? Let’s Be Frank #microcosms #flashfiction

Frank felt rather than heard the foot stamps throbbing through the floor. The bar takings would be good for once. Good of them to come. Guilt mostly. And curiosity. He was their freak. Eardrums like teabags, more powder in his … Continue reading

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Deliverance (The Worksop And Middle-Hinton NHS Trust Version) #flashfiction #microcosms

‘Circle the wagons…’ ‘John stop, please.’ ‘Can’t you hear the drums?’ ‘That’s the heart monitor.’ ‘It’s the Indians.’ ‘John, shush. The lady is from Wolverhampton. She may have some family from over there but…’ ‘They’re restless, tonight.’ ‘Of course they … Continue reading

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In Which Two Peoples Are Separated By A Common Language #flashfiction #microcosms

St John Smyth mopped his brow. He’d never get used to what California called weather. Where was the mizzle, the understated muggy heat? ‘She is perfect, Sir.’ ‘Will you cut the Sir, crap? It’s Junior, Ok.’ ‘If you insist, Sir. … Continue reading

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The Day That Shocked The World

‘How do I look?’ Like I did, thought, Gerald Everton, his mind slipping back to when his father introduced him to the board. ‘Grand. Your mother would be so proud.’ ‘What about you, dad?’ He couldn’t be more proud. He’d … Continue reading

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Caught In A Spin #flashfiction #microcosms

The gendarmerie were first on the scene. Soft insistent voices, urging her to hang on. Hang on? To what? They wouldn’t say. ‘What’s your name. Mademoiselle? Can you hear me.’ ‘Marie. Marie De la Frontielle.’ It was as much as … Continue reading

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It’s Never Too Late To Die Young #microcosms #flashfiction

Harry smiled as Melissa perched the daisy crown on his head. She pushed a grey wisp from his scalp. ‘These things used to stay put when you had hair.’ A clash of metal on metal made him start. The Assassin’s … Continue reading

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The Day That Albert Singh Died And Lived To Vote #microcosms #flashfiction

Albert Singh held the yellowing picture in his shaky hands: his great grandpa in his whitest turban, about to board the Collette. He laid the image down, shaking his head and picked up the next: his grandmother Moira, from north-east … Continue reading

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