
Even the moon’s small
only humans dream so high
local skyscraper

Even the moon’s small
only humans dream so high
local skyscraper

As the winter gums
brave the weather’s vagaries,
good friends have your back.

When distress descends,
watch the radiant joy flow—
rainbow on the wall.
“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.
Pressure mounted. Sweat beads lined across his forehead, inching downwards, succumbing to gravity. Deafening screams resounded—friends cheering, haters jeering. Breathless, he cracked the egg over the pan—bull’s eye!
This is my entry for day 14 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.