Category Archives: microfiction

There’s Always A Risk Of Flooding #microcosms #flashfiction

‘Mr. Martens?’ Harold Martens started, momentarily lost in his thoughts. ‘Yes?’ The questioner’s tone hardened. ‘Could talk us through the operation from your perspective? Why you did what you did? For Mrs. Golding.’ ‘Golding?’ Left knee. Impact damage. Reconstruction. He … Continue reading

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Banter, Bunty And The Tale Of The Premature Inhalation #flashfiction #microcosms

Saturday Cousin Bunty is up before the College beak for spying. Aunt Emilia blames me, per Bunty for ‘marinading him in socialism’. I had to ask Banter what that meant – something to do with stews. Bit of a dampener, … Continue reading

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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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