I saw Aethelflaed in Paddington Station. I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t like that time I thought the red-haired woman in the Starbucks queue was Guinevere. That was silly, Guinevere’s just a story. Never really existed. Now Aethelflaed…
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Green in my Desert
I lay where I fell on the desert sands until the figure shimmered out of the ochre dust. Its hazy outline resolved into limbs, a torso and a head that were the green of seedlings given life by rain. “What’s…
Actaeon’s Landlady
Brian had been lodging with Diana for three weeks when he walked in on her posing in the nude. Her back was to him when he walked into the living room, so his first instinct was to try to slip…
Diminuendo in Three Letters
I thrill to music I’ve never heard before. That’s the beginning of this week’s hooptedoodle. The rest of it is over on the website of Constellatory Tales, who have published Diminuendo in Three letters in full. Many thanks are due…
Tagged with: Constellatory Tales, Diminuendo in Three Letters, Flash fiction, science fiction, short story
Posted in Publishing news, Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Publishing news, Saturday Hooptedoodle
Tough Old Game
Meeting a writers’ group was always like sticking her hand in a lucky dip. The commissioning editor never knew what to expect. She cast her eye around the table of earnest faces of which only a couple looked over thirty…
The Bailiffs’ Bet
ete gave the cottage a once over while Gerry parked the car. It looked like the last man to paint it had been paid in shillings and the front garden was halfway to being a jungle, but at least the…
Tagged with: Contemporary fiction, Debt, Flash fiction, Microfiction
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Mueller Blues with Rosé
Ethan sat next to Caitlyn on the sofa and filled her glass with her favourite rosé. “Tell all.” “His profile pic looked kinda hot.” Caitlyn touched her glass to Ethan’s. “But…” “Sounds like he ticked the most important box, but…
Tagged with: Contemporary, Dialogue, Flash fiction, Microfiction, Mueller report, Politics
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Memorial in Mud
The only time I ever heard him raise his voice was when I tried to clean his boots. It was a few days after he’d come home, still wearing his fatigues. The only clean things he owned were the bandages…
Chance of a Ship
Every day I wonder how my life would have been if I’d got on the ship. I’d still be old now, but maybe I’d have had a chance to be young. I’d have exchanged this solid, predictable ground that’s been…
Icarus of Marylebone Road
You want to know about Nigel? Well, I’ll tell you what I can. I sat next to him in the office, but I guess you’re asking me because you already know that. It didn’t make me his best mate. It…
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