The Favour
‘You’re Peter, aren’t you?’ I nodded; his voice was harsh and discordant, and more than anything I wanted to run into my house.
flash fiction
Flash Fiction: The Child Who Didn’t Know Love
"Emotions must be overrated."
B is not for Boat
It was only years later that I would discover the existence of the term 'phobia' to describe my condition.
Flash Fiction: Carotene
I look outside to see the trees shimmy out of their skin. Leaves spiral down, sounding like soft footfalls.
Upon Reflection
"For a moment, so briefly it felt accidental, she catches sight of her reflection."