Story in short #9 (Whispered Words)

She was sat on the bonnet of my car when I got home. I walked past her. “Hey,” she said, as I reached the door, and the key stopped in the lock. I stared into the knocker, where I could see my reflection, bulbous and golden. “Hey,” she said again, less assertively. I turned to look…

Stories in Short #8 (Daily Prompt: Sated)

DAILY PROMPT: SATED The king sat atop the high chair at the end of the hall. Before him lay a spread of unimaginable gluttony: fat pigs, horses heads, cow’s testicles sauteed in French red wine, the brains of extinct monkeys, the heart of his worst enemy, which he nibbled after every meal, as an aperitif.…

Stories in Short #7 (Daily Prompt: Chaotic)

Daily Prompt: CHAOTIC The alarm doesn’t work, because the alarm is broken, it’s always been broken, every now and then someone will say, Isn’t the alarm broken? and we’ll all look at each other and say, yes, yes the alarm is broken, but never do anything about it, because you never expect the alarm to…

Stories in Short #6 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Anticipation There was a study conducted that suggests dogs know when their owner is coming home. A psychic link between owner and owned. I feel like a dog now, at the window, waiting for you. Only I know you’re coming, because you told me so. My heart is hiccuping. I can’t stop my fingers…

Stories in Short #5 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Elicit Not this time, no, I won’t allow it this time, she said, and slammed the door in my face. I’d been up to Yuri’s house already this week. The first two times the visit had been clean, smooth, rounded like the heel of a small girl. Not a problem with Yuri, or…

Stories in Short #4 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Aromatic His favourite smell was damp towels. I’d walk into the bathroom and see him with his face pressed against the towel rack, where the red-and-white polka dot towels hung after someone had showered. “Not smelly towels,” he said, “just these towels.” On the landing at the top of the stairs there was a…

Stories in Short #3

I am an injectionist. I work in a small clinic in an industrial estate down a country lane that doesn’t have a footpath. My daughter runs the desk and chit chats with the children I make scream and cry. Except, now my daughter is dead, and the children and I cry together. I am at…