She sat transfixed, brain processing, heart refusing to believe. How could he? She re-played the last six years in her mind.
“Rachel!” She didn’t respond. Dumbledore’s death was riveting.
This is my entry for day 25 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: rivet.
“Only one glass”, my weirdo friend had warned. Bollocks. No way I’d measure my daily pour. I self-shrugged as the glass brushed my moustache—it’s water for goodness’ sake.
This is my entry for day 24 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s word: measure.
Sneaking, whispered phone calls, late meetings—I’d failed to read the obvious signs. Never imagined my husband could be stealthy. My bad.
He threw me the best surprise birthday party.
This is my entry for day 23 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: read.
He smiled as his opponent walked off, dejected. This was a competition and he’d do anything to win, even sway the audience. Losers—they always fall for a child’s tears.
This is my entry for the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: sway.
Strutting into the optometrist, “Hi—” she stopped, noticing the receptionist. A genuine smile reached his almond eyes.
Swallowing hard, she turned away. They didn’t sell glasses for race-clouded vision.
This is my entry for day 15 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: glasses.
The Chaos Within 