
Please take: baby shoes,
well loved, run through many parks;
plenty of life left.
Please take: baby shoes,
well loved, run through many parks;
plenty of life left.
The press briefing was intended to elaborate on the measures taken to tackle the situation. But everyone lost focus, and their minds, when blustery winds blew the speaker’s wig off.
My entry for the final day of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: focus.
Father introduces us to his boss—his third son first, first second, and me last. Middle-class parents fixated on grades, I’d tell the adoption agent twenty years later.
Day 29 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: fixated.
Unable to bear more suffering, the old man returned the battered book to the library. It’d gather dust, as it was always meant to—until the true owner reclaimed it.
This is my entry for day 28 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: gather.
As an artist, it was his job to create alternative realities. And he excelled every time—even became filmmaker of the year. Twice. The secret? He distorted his own reality.
This is my entry for day 27 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: distorted.