The press briefing was intended to elaborate on the measures taken to tackle the situation. But everyone lost focus, and their minds, when blustery winds blew the speaker’s wig off.
My entry for the final day of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: focus.
As an artist, it was his job to create alternative realities. And he excelled every time—even became filmmaker of the year. Twice. The secret? He distorted his own reality.
This is my entry for day 27 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: distorted.
“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.
He was always the centre of attention at home. No one cared about me, the outcast—not even mum liked my drawings. All because I wasn’t autistic like he was.
This is my entry for day 22 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: centre.
