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.
“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.
Sneaking, whispered phone calls, late meetings—I’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.
Crowds cheered as the swimmer who’d nearly died in a freak accident, resurfaced. His crippled brother watched, mesmerised. The ever-ignored twin finally had the spotlight he deserved.
My entry for day 20 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: spotlight.
It wasn’t unusual—couch drooling over Winslet or Gosling after a brunch of excessive mash, meat, and Malbec. Whiling, watching bikers drift—clearly unnecessarily—it was a perfectly normal Thursday.
This is my entry for day 19 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: drift.
