Tag: flash fiction

by Idle InkJun 6, 202010:43 am

Breath From Strangers by Thomas Elson

His hands trembled as he reached for a shopping cart. He had avoided life for the past five weeks. Now, wherever he looked there were threats. He saw it in the way people veered to the left or the right. He saw it in their eyes.

Past sliding doors into an open area designed to protect customers from winter blasts and summer bursts. He walked around stacks of bottled water, boxes of mac and cheese, and sugared cereal, then to a second set of doors. Clerks who had once smiled now resembled bank robbers – their faces covered and eyes swerving. One employee pointed to a sign.

flash fiction by Idle InkJun 6, 202010:42 am

Answer One Question for The Stay of a Lifetime by Rebecca Houghton

“Have you seen my wife?” says Mr. Blakeney, his hand coming down on the slate tile counter with a thump.

“Ah, hello, sir. We’ve been expecting you,” replies the neatly dressed concierge, his dark red uniform smartly pressed, metallic buttons glinting in the light from the old-fashioned brass desk lamp.

“My wife isn’t here?” says Mr. Blakeney.

by Idle InkMay 2, 202010:14 am

Duncan Chisel by Daniel Shooter

He introduced himself like a Yorkshire James Bond.

‘The name’s Chisel. Duncan Chisel.’

‘Polly Mantis.’

Firm handshake.

‘Do you do this often?’ he asked.

‘Oh no, I’m very particular,’ she said, and watched him grow taller with pride. He bought drinks and they found a corner table away from the bar.

by Idle InkMay 2, 202010:12 am

Solstice by N.R. Baker

You moved like a glacier through the best years of my life. Shaped me hugely, imperceptibly, until I’d forgotten what I was before and had become something that made no sense after you were gone, something carved and scalloped by a million unnoticed excisions. After the divorce I looked for myself in what you’d left of me, but saw nothing I recognised in the bleak, hollowed place where I thought I used to be.

Drip…… Drip.

by Idle InkApr 4, 202012:32 pm

Tower of Strength by Mark Anthony Smith

I look up to the seventeenth floor. She is small and so high up. It would be easier to see her as a dot or a full stop. But she is subjective and coughing from the smoke. She has no choice. I cannot imagine what she is feeling. Maybe she isn’t thinking at all.

by Idle InkApr 4, 202012:00 pm

The Inner by Emily Harrison

He tells the customer on the other side of the counter that I’m “good to stand and look at when it’s quiet, helps pass the time.” He says it like it’s nothing and hands over the boxed-up pizza. The customer stifles a laugh, scuttling out the door with a reptilian backwards glance.

I stay still and silent. He turns to the ovens and lifts a stack of greased black trays towards the sink, dropping them in. The belt that pulls the pizzas through is still rotating.

by Idle InkMar 1, 20201:00 pm

Bakhtak by Ross Jeffery

A forceful jolt awakes me. In the moment before sleep pulls me into its embrace. I twitch.

by Idle InkMar 1, 20201:00 pm

Flowers by B.F. Jones

The unexpected sound of the doorbell makes her jump. She was falling into the muddled sleep of those who haven’t rested in a while.

Her hand was laying lightly on the baby’s stomach, and the satisfied, deep breathing of the little girl had made up for the odd angle it was at, her wrist resting on the edge of the Moses basket.