Jack rolled his eyes when he found the freezer door open. He reached out to close it but a shout froze his fingers five centimetres from touching it. “Stop! What are you doing, man?” Jim held his hands up as…
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Little Baz Asks Nicely
I was coming out of Aldi when the boy punched me in the face. It wasn’t much of a punch. I didn’t even drop my three microwave chicken tikka masalas and two pints of milk. “What d’you do that for?”…
The First Rung of the Ladder
You need to open your eyes to climb the ladder. Go on, have a look around. I said open your eyes. That’s it. Good start. You’re looking at the top and now you can actually see it. Eyes on your…
Tagged with: Flash fiction, Ghost ladders, Louise Bourgeois, Microfiction
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Dr Inspiration’s Cruise
Samantha made sure she was the last to enter the auditorium and slipped into a seat at the back. A few people were still working their way to seats on the rows further forward, hand over hand along the seat…
Prime Minister Johnson
“I have the briefing on the North Korea situation here, Prime Minister,” said Janet to the back of his head. The Prime Minister didn’t look around. “Not now, Beth. Can’t you see I’m having my hair done?” “Yes, Prime Minister,…
Tagged with: Boris Johnson, Donald Trump, Flash fiction, Humour, Politics, Satire
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Life Sentence
The young man drank off another cup of wine. The man with the grey beard gave him a look that the younger man had known his whole life. The look that said indulgence could be allowed to go so far,…
Filtered Alice
Nigel knew he’d regret coming before Alice opened the door to her flat. She let him in without a word and led him into her kitchen. “It’s in the bin,” she said. “What is?” asked Nigel. “Me.” Nigel looked at…
Ian Chooses a Train
Ian ran down the stairs to the platform so fast he nearly fell on his face. The indicators on the concourse had told him he had two minutes to go before the train departed from platform… damn. Was it platform…
Planning Permission
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…
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
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Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
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| Shreya Punjabi on Life Sentence |
| Shreya Punjabi on Dr Inspiration’s Cruise |
