Mr Harrison welcomed Tim into his house and had him sat down with a cup of tea and a custard cream before Tim could get his recorder out, let alone ask a question. “I’m really glad your paper decided to…
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A Shilling for a Copper
Graham was supposed to walk beside Bill, but somehow he was always half a pace behind. A brand new copper was ranked far behind a constable with twelve years on the job in his actions, so it felt right even…
Tagged with: crime fiction, Flash fiction, Microfiction, short story
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Informing the Customers
Stanley knew it wasn’t going to go well when he was summoned to George’s office without being offered tea. George grunted, which Stanley took as an instruction to sit down, lowering his eyes to the level of George’s glare. Stanley…
Look Past Me
Look at me. No, look at me. Not past me. Focus your eyes on my face. See me instead of what you think you know about me. Just for one moment, forget the voice in your head that’s telling you…
Granddad’s Dreams
“When I grow up, I want to design spaceships,” said Melanie. “Really?” Granddad arched an eyebrow. “That’s a nice idea.” Melanie was sure there was something missing from his answer but couldn’t quite see what it was. “What did you…
Follow the Girl
When the girl perches on the edge of a pool beneath a fountain to open the envelope, she’s kind enough to do it opposite a café. I can sit inside with a cup of coffee and look like any other…
Her Lost Key
I should have found a better opening but being me, I blurted out, “I’ve got this key.” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you might have a lock,” I said. “You mean a padlock?” she asked, “or a pin tumbler?”…
The Director’s Long Shout
The first thirty seconds of filming went perfectly. The camera tracked the carriage down the lane until the plywood façade masquerading as divisional headquarters, edged into the frame. It all went wrong when the two redcoated sentries snapped to attention.…
The Prisoner’s Prawns
The prisoner rubbed his hands. “I’m looking forward to this.” The warder nodded politely. “I’ve been eating your swill for weeks. Time I had a change and by God, I’m going to enjoy it.” “Quite”, the warder agreed. The prisoner…
Titanic Memories
Jack Johnson implored everyone in the café to spare a dime, but Caroline’s pen didn’t stop moving. It didn’t touch the varnished table while the Eagles accused her lyin’ eyes and if it paused while Caroline explained a particularly difficult…
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