Restraint

โ€œOnly one glassโ€, my weirdo friend had warned. Bollocks. No way Iโ€™d measure my daily pour. I self-shrugged as the glass brushed my moustacheโ€”itโ€™s water for goodnessโ€™ sake.


This is my entry for day 24 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s word: measure.

Competition

Pressure mounted. Sweat beads lined across his forehead, inching downwards, succumbing to gravity. Deafening screams resoundedโ€”friends cheering, haters jeering. Breathless, he cracked the egg over the panโ€”bullโ€™s eye!


This is my entry for day 14 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.