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.

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.

Unexpected

Sneaking, whispered phone calls, late meetingsโ€”Iโ€™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.