The Last Comedian – Flash Fiction

The day humour was outlawed was a happy one for Irma Maddex Otic. She celebrated by working three hours of unpaid overtime in her data entry job, logging the serial numbers of thousands of microchips. Irma is a no-nonsense woman who values hard work and takes her civic duty seriously. So on her lunch break, she marches down to the …

Here Comes The… – Flash Fiction

The bride wore a second-hand wedding dress from Vinnies that had to be altered. The groom wore a clip-on tie and no pants. ‘Cut!’ the videographer shouts at his assistant like he’s directing some Hollywood blockbuster instead of filming the most ridiculous wedding in history. I’ve been in the wedding photography business for longer than I care to admit, so …

female writing

It’s My Job – Flash Fiction

Job title. My pen hovers over the form as I wrestle with what to put down.  I’d like to say ‘Writer’. Being a writer is my dream job and I do write … when I can.  I take a deep breath ignoring the searing pain in my jaw and scrawl ‘Writer’. Then my inner voice takes grip.  Fraud! You’re no …

The Dragon Slayer – Flash Fiction

Five years. That is how long there’s been peace. No more warring factions. No more grief and pain. Then the dragons came. I’d always wanted to start a story like that. As an author of fantasy novels, I believe every good story needs a dragon…unless it’s these dragons. Forget Game of Thrones. Forget the Hungarian Horntail. These dragons are a …

The Graveyard Shift – Flash Fiction

A life-size, paper mache Shrek donkey, on rollerskates, ridden by a bloke dressed as Xena: Warrior Princess – that’s the strangest thing I’ve seen on the side of the road…until now.  Actually, the donkey isn’t even in my top five of weird things I’ve seen during the graveyard shift at the Roadhouse.  The Roadhouse is a local icon situated a …

Full moon and palm trees

Creatures of the Night – Flash Fiction

‘The trick to telling a lie is to keep it believable. There has to be some truth in the lie. And don’t elaborate with too much detail.’ I want to please my dad but my mother told me it was wrong to lie. Dad must sense my hesitation because he crouches down and puts his hands on my shoulders. ‘Sometimes …

Mirror, Mirror – Flash Fiction

‘Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the biggest loser of them all?’ The answer is clearly the single, unemployed 47-year-old, disguised as a drowned rat, staring back at me in the public toilet mirror. Clumps of hair stick to my forehead. One of my false eyelashes is missing. And my Zimmermann silk-chiffon dress clings to me like wet toilet paper.  …

Two broken hearts

Made for Each Other – Flash Fiction

‘It’s over.’   It felt good saying it out loud and finally putting an end to the torture. At the same time I know it probably comes as a shock to you.   ‘Don’t get me wrong, we had a great run.’ It wasn’t a lie. We have shared so much together. We travelled the world. We had some serious adventures.   ‘Do …

The Frenemy – Flash Fiction

We all have one. You know, a frenemy. Mine was Natasha or Na-taaar-sha. The middle syllable is an elongated ‘ta’, as in ‘ta, ta, dahling,’ air kiss, air kiss. It’s not to be confused with the sound, ‘tash’, like ‘pash’, and you are to never call her just ‘Tash’. I called her that once in fourth grade and she ghosted …

Photo of a Santa decoration

On the List – Flash Fiction

‘You’re on it!’ ‘Are you sure?’ My voice trembles and sweat clings to my palms.  I don’t have the guts to check the list myself, not after last year’s disappointment. ‘It says it right here, “Rose Adamson”.’ My best friend, Jill, jabs at the computer screen with her shellac nails, decorated with tiny Christmas trees. I dare to take a …