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Starting the New Year Off…

A belated Happy New Year to everyone! Where has the time gone? I’m still slightly shocked that it’s already mid Jan…at this rate we’ll be singing carols again in no time! Anyway, at the start of each new year I promise myself I will write more short stories for fun but life tends to get in the way (as always) and all my random story ideas get shelved for another year. So when I came across a flash fiction competition last week with a four day deadline (I work best under pressure), I decided to give it a go just to prove to myself that I can still conjure a complete tale in a few words. Suffice to say, I didn’t win (maybe I should have spent more than a couple of hours on it) but I kinda like the story I came up with so I thought I’d post it here. There was no theme (I actually wish there was!) but the word limit was 400 – 500. Hope you like it.

Refund – A Short Story 

“You can’t make me leave,” Jane bellowed at no one in particular. With her long dark fringe hanging over her eyes and her arms waving frantically in the air, it didn’t look like anyone would actually have the courage to try to move her.

When she was sure she had the full attention of her little audience, she pointed at the bag of chewy sweets she had dumped on the counter. “I was promised five hundred grams and this weighs four hundred and ninety-three.”

“But ma’am, it’s only a rough estimation. You can’t expect them to get it down to the last gram for every bag.”

“I don’t see any statement on the pack about estimations so I’d like my three and a half pence back or a full refund. I know my consumer rights.”

The rather young looking manager’s eyes darted around the store, making it quite obvious he wasn’t sure what her consumer rights were. He was probably wondering how long he could entertain her hysteria without scaring off other customers. She had been there less than five minutes and pretty much everyone had stopped what they were doing to focus on the unfolding debacle. Her glare wore him out in the end and he sighed, nodding at the checkout lady who handed Jane four one penny coins.

“I don’t have half a penny…” Continue reading


One Headlight on ReadWave

Thrilled to share that my short story “One Headlight” is being featured as a Staff Pick (and will potentially be Story of The Week) on Very, very, very pleased!  Check it out at

Short Story 23: Flash Fiction

Today we cross the River Toal in an attempt to breach the gates of Groath. Our quest to save the princess has brought us into this strange realm, much further from home than we have ever ventured, but we cannot allow ourselves to become disheartened. True warriors must sometimes walk the path of loneliness to achieve greatness. If we are successful in battling the guards at the gates, tomorrow we move on to Seram to find the Light That Never Fades. Our mentor implored us to seek this true beacon out to…

“Jacob, honey, your dinner is ready.”

Urgh! Why now?

“Is that your mother again?” the Russian inquired with an impatient sigh.

“Sounds like her,” the South African concurred.

“Can’t she bring your food up to your room? That’s what I make my mum do.” the girl from Canada suggested.

“Just skip it. I survived on crisps and Cola for two days the week The Soldiers of Ixora came out.” This unhelpful input came from the Australian. I could picture him sitting in his own filth in a dark room as he munched on large curls of oven dried potatoes.  Then again, I had never met him so the image I had in my head was of the avatar that graced the side of my computer screen.

Adjusting  my headset,  I considered the logic of their suggestions. It was already past eight and Mum must have delayed her dinner shout especially for me.  She knew how cranky I got when my game sessions were interrupted by Continue reading

Short Story 22: Flash Fiction – One Headlight

Today was the day he was going to give her everything she had wanted. That elusive ring she’d hinted at for the first three years they’d been together then stopped mentioning in the last two. That house in the suburbs with the large back garden and white picket fence where they would raise the children she’d always wanted. Even the haircut he should have had a few months ago. He was going to do it all. The near miss he’d had with the lorry as he drove home that evening had imparted the fleetingness of his life on him. Like people said it would, his life had flashed before his eyes and all he had seen was Jenna. Nothing and no one else. That had to mean something. He was going to make it up to her from today. He smiled as he stepped into the flat, the adrenaline coursing through his veins gave him the boost he needed to carry out his mission. He only stopped short at the stark absence of the seaside watercolour she had painted and proudly hung up in the hallway. Then he began to notice the other things.


Today was the day she was going to leave him. She had spent a long time waiting for Jason to realise that she existed and then spent even longer waiting for him to acknowledge that her aspirations and dreams mattered too. At first she’d carried some hope that he would open his eyes to what was in front of him but in the end she’d stayed around because splitting rent and holiday expenses with him was convenient. She didn’t think he even noticed that she’d stopped texting him whenever she saw a billboard that reminded her of the first time they’d met at the seaside.  Harry had waited in his car as she took one last look at the flat she had shared with Jason for the last few years.  It had taken her this long to accept that she could Continue reading

Short Story 21: Flash Fiction – The Size of A Mountain

She had been chipping away at it for days. Slowly but surely, the decimation had carried on until she sat looking at the remains of what had once seemed the size of a mountain. She had nearly lost it when her mother showed up to check on her, asking too many questions as always. Why hadn’t Erin returned it like they had discussed? Did she think it was healthy to continue like that? Erin had moved it into the spare room once her mother had left the house and just in time too as her sister also popped in the day after. She too would have been unimpressed by its presence. They all said getting rid of it was a good sign that she was moving forward but Erin knew best. Days had turned into a week and now there was only one task left to finish.

She took a deep breath and picked up the marzipan figure, looking all smug in its top hat. It was only when she heard the cracking sound as her teeth clamped down on its neck that she finally let out a sigh of relief. Continue reading

Short Story 20: Flash Fiction

[This Flash Fiction piece was initiated by James of Fantasy in Motion. It’s called The 3 Minute Story and all we had to do was think up a theme for a story, make up some names for characters, find a timer/stopwatch and start writing! So basically write a story in 3 minutes. Here is the result…wasn’t easy!]

Theme: Fear

Day three. Or maybe it was day four now. Hannah had lost track of time after the last touch. She was sure she hadn’t intended to let them in but it had still happened. There was no way of knowing what had occurred in the time she had been unconscious but she could sense the residue of the fever it always brought with it. Continue reading

Short Story 19: Remember Me

‘Attention all passengers, due to a person on the tracks there will be severe delays to this service.’

Great! All I needed was another delay in my already backlogged life. Did people not consider the rest of humanity before flinging themselves in the path of a speeding train? Not that it couldn’t have been an accident, it was just a bit odd that this was the second time this week the tracks had been closed for the same reason.

I sighed and slumped further into the dark dirty seat, trying hard not to dwell on what I might be sitting on. It was hard not to when you took a look around you and saw the people sitting there with you. There was a teenage girl beside me, who smelt like her shower was calling out to her, and a drooling old man who had been asleep since I got on the train. He had probably missed his stop and nobody cared. Then there was the creepy guy who had been staring at me for ages. I was trying not to notice him but it wasn’t easy. Look away, I willed him in my mind.

‘You don’t remember me do you?’

Now he was talking to me? I had been using the underground for eleven years and the only stranger that had spoken to me had been very, very drunk.  

‘Didn’t think so,’ he carried on, dismissing my rude silence. ‘Yesterday at Palmers, we talked for a while.’

No, I yelled in my head, not him again. I had an appointment with the director at Palmers and he had been sitting in the waiting room with me. He had talked non-stop to himself as I nodded out of pity after I realised he wasn’t going anywhere.

‘You remember.’ He read the recognition in my eyes. I could have kicked myself for not hiding my thoughts better. ‘So did you get it?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Whatever it was you were there for? You looked pretty serious in your suit. You had to have been there for a big meeting.’

I decided to try ignoring him again but he wasn’t giving up easily. ‘So where are you off to now? Won’t it be funny if we’re headed for the same place again?’ he laughed at this and I wanted to scream. Okay, his laugh was kind of cute but I wanted him to shut up.

The smelly teen now had her attention totally focused on us. Not only was I trapped in a dingy carriage that was filled with stewing unwashed bodies, I also had to suffer being made a spectacle of by Mr Yakkity-Yak here.

‘Don’t you speak?’

‘Not to you,’ I finally retorted. Continue reading