Finders, not keepers

Unable to bear more suffering, the old man returned the battered book to the library. Itโ€™d gather dust, as it was always meant toโ€”until the true owner reclaimed it.


This is my entry for day 28 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: gather.

Arrested

She sat transfixed, brain processing, heart refusing to believe. How could he? She re-played the last six years in her mind.

โ€œRachel!โ€ She didnโ€™t respond. Dumbledoreโ€™s death was riveting.

This is my entry for day 25 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: rivet.

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.