I am leaving him, and it feels cruel. He’s spent most of the day packing my things away, has reached the last room, the sitting room and goes to find another box to fill. I tensely wait for his return, feeling insecure, wondering if he still loves me. The thought is as sharp as any… Read on…
A sudden gust of wind caught Susan’s hat and it flew across the car park. She ran after it, hoping the cars coming in would not crush it under their wheels. With a swift movement she retrieved it and placed it back on her head, taking care to ensure it was central and straight. You… Read on…
I remember the day I found the little brass key. A nondescript thing. The box, on the other hand, was made of wood mellowed by time and hands. On the lid an inlaid mother of pearl oval with a circle of ebony at its centre. As a child I thought it was an eye guarding… Read on…
I hope you enjoy listening to this 2012 Flash Fiction Compilation; it has also been produced as a downloadable eBook for you to read on your eReader of choice. You can read the individual Flash Fictions online at The Casket. The 2011 Flash Fiction Compilation is still available as a Storycast and as a downloadable eBook. During 2013 there will be more… Read on…
November 1968 Dear Father Christmas Has it started to snow in Lapland? Mummy says it is cold up where you live. She also says if I am good I can ask for a special present to be in my stocking. Please can I have a dolls tea set so my friend Patricia and I can… Read on…
I knows he’s alookin’ at me. I just knows he is. Starin’ with that there green glass eye of his. Willin’ me to go over an’ ask for some sugar to go in his foul tastin’ coffee. Every time I takes a sip I sees him smirkin’. He knows it tastes bitter, tastes of chicory.… Read on…
While visiting the BP Portrait Award 2012 exhibition Dawn Reeves and I were particularily drawn to three portraits. They have inspired thesethree short tales - to view the three portraits from exhibition click the links at the end of each tale. Dear Barbara by Joanna Sterling 5a Atlantic View Windy Villas The Lizard Cornwall Dear Barbara What a surprise,… Read on…
I stand at the apex of the time. One foot in each hemisphere. This narrow piece of metal divides the world, East and West, rich and poor, the liberated and the repressed, the haves and have nots. Every time I visit Greenwich Park I stand on this spot. As a child I came with Dad.… Read on…
Different Ways of Killing Trilogy Part 3 You kept calling me Donnie. Donister’s Bottom is what I said, but Grit was slipping you another whisky chaser and after that it all got a bit messy. Grit and your brother scarper when you are having a pee. I find you sitting in the phone box outside… Read on…
I squeeze out the last bit, screw back the top and put the empty tube with the rest in the chest of drawers my parents bought us when we married. The first one I kept was from the hospital. You hadn’t finished it and nor did I. I tried a different brand once, but it… Read on…
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