Orange Isn’t My Colour – Flash Fiction

Not many people can pull off the colour orange, except maybe Isla Fisher in those ING ads and an oompa loompa. I was neither of them but I’d left my Halloween costume to the last minute.   As I yank down the rising hem I curse whoever designed this bloated sack-dress masquerading as a pumpkin.   Tanya had insisted I attend her American cousin’s “legendary” Halloween party. I had reluctantly agreed to pop in after I finished the late shift at …

Lost & Found – Flash Fiction

‘Look she’s doing it again.’ It was psychology major uni-girl.  She doesn’t think I can hear her. I fold and re-fold my T-shirt for the fifth time until just the right amount of Ravenclaw crest is visible.    ‘Definitely on the spectrum,’ nervous-laugh-wants-to-impress-her-friend, other uni-girl, declares. They stuff their collection of still damp skinny jeans into a $9 Kmart overnight bag and leave.   The laundromat is filled with the regular mix of middle-aged single men, …

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KonMari, the Cabinet and the Cliché – Flash Fiction

Another freakin’ candle. How many was that now? I’d lost count after the eleventh one. I read the embossed label. Leather and cedar infusion – what the…?   “Okay, candle. Thank you for…I don’t know what, and goodbye.” I chuck the candle into the donation box.      I was nearly finished with the fourth KonMari category, komono, or miscellaneous items.   Now you won’t find any Instagram posts of my perfect rows of underwear and fitting sheets standing to attention in their origami-like …

The New Me – Flash Fiction

New. “Today is the start of the new you.” My mother’s words are an earworm burrowing into my mind. What’s wrong with the old me? In the mirror she stares at me, daring me to defy her. My inner voice screams to defend the current me. My mother flashes me a Sale of the Century model smile, and I stay …