Flash Fiction(3)

5

A Fairytale Of New York

Emerging from the subway I checked inside my document case for the tenth time. In it was my story and a letter inviting me to meet with Abel Zanzinger. As the icy wind bundled me along West 51st Street, I remembered the promise I'd made to myself. Either get my story included in Zanzinger's forthcoming anthology of new writers or return to my job at the bank. Inside the Hotel Raphael...Read On

6

Heroes Of The Revolution

Because Viktoria wanted to keep her occupation a secret, she travelled seventy kilometres each morning to work.  Today was the first of November and the familiar landscape lay covered by a fresh fall of snow. Gazing from the bus at the uniform whiteness, her thoughts turned to husband, Ivan. He had changed  since she started her new job. Often in a bad mood and forever criticising...Read On

5

Kennedy's Children

'It was already November the twenty-second.' Diane glanced at the letter and attached visiting order. 'Another Christmas alone.' She switched on the radio for the news. The final item made her smile. Girls sobbing in the streets because they were unable to buy tickets for a concert. At thirty- four Diane was too old for The Beatles. Today was Friday. The insurance man was due. She...Read On

Micro Fiction(8)

1

A Postcard From Moscow

 

3

Crew Cut

 

7

Dandelion Days

The school bell sounded for the end of term. Richard rose and slung his satchel across his broad back. The summer of 1914, the last of his dandelion days of youth, stretched ahead like an endless shimmering dream. Strong as a heartbeat, his boots clipped a rhythm on the road, while from a field, an old bay horse lifted its heavy head to watch him pass. Impulsively, Richard flung his tie over...Read On

2

Don't Look Black

 

8

Fishing For Salmon

 

6

L'Auteur

Each weekday, after her husband has left for his office, Claudia covers canvasses with solid colour. Mid-morning she walks her small dog. On Mondays she meets a friend for lunch. Other days, weather permitting, she sits shrouded in shades at a pavement cafe. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons she meets a lover. Afterwards they lie back on tangled sheets and bicker about politics and...Read On

3

Man Friday

 

5

You And Me And Pocahontas Makes Three

 

Poetry(1)

3

Party Games Near Newbury

 

Songs(1)

6

Watching

Who the watcher, who the watched? And who can truly say? That they are ever quite alone, As they rise to meet the day. Many years back then For reasons not obscure. Wrapped in the cloak of Soho Like a million souls before. He watched an act as old as time, But never came to know You don't have to be Prince Hamlet, To take part in the show. In a cell with bars of loneliness He...Read On