Category: Microfiction
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Microfiction Day 164 – ‘Sweet or Sour’
“What do you mean you don’t like chocolate?” She looked at me like I had just sprouted a second head. “I just don’t like it. It’s too sweet.” The look on her face remained. “So what do you do at Easter?” “I don’t really celebrate Easter.” A third head was clearly emerging. She was actually…
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Microfiction Day 163 – ‘Harvest Time’
It had taken three years for his rhubarb seeds to start bearing fruit. And yes, he knew it was a vegetable. This was just a saying he used when updating his friends on his endeavour. They went glassy eyed when he excitedly spoke of future crumbles and vivid pink chutneys. Of how well it paired…
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Microfiction Day 162 – ‘Fenland Skies’
The evening was freezing cold but it made her smile. Because she knew what it meant. Strapping her rucksack across her chest, she laced up her walking shoes and put on her chest torch to walk out into the fens. She knew it scared her parents, that they worried about monsters, both real and imagined,…
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Microfiction Day 161 – ‘Smug’
The sea was as grey as the sky. The sky was as grey as the sea. It was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Almost, but not quite. A flash of white bobbed in the waves. The seagull looked out at the people looking at him. He felt smug being…
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Microfiction Day 160 – ‘The Arrival’
She knew what she loved about the change in seasons. She listened to people exclaim about the light evenings to the background hum of lawnmowers and music now audible through open windows. She watched children reach out chubby hands to touch the soft fleece of new born lambs at the local farm. She smelled her…
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Microfiction Day 159 – ‘Fear of Flying’
She wasn’t born afraid. As a child nothing phased her. She repeatedly threw herself off the top of the climbing frame as her mother watched in horror from the kitchen window. She cycled as fast as she could through the village streets before lifting her feet from the pedals and wriggling until her stomach was…
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Microfiction Day 158 – ‘A Life in Art’
His dad hated tattoos so he hid them. The mountain peaks on his bicep that he covered with a long sleeve whenever he visited. The fishing hook behind his ear that was hidden by the hair his dad always told him to get cut. The paper aeroplane out of sight beneath his watch strap. When…
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Microfiction Day 157 – ‘Shades of Grief’
She was spinning with grief. But not because she had lost someone. Not because a relationship had ended. Not because she had said goodbye to a family pet. She was grieving for the person she thought she was going to be. The injury had ended her time on stage, had meant that she would walk…
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Microfiction Day 156 – ‘The Stare Off’
She was known as the girl with the glass eye. Most of the kids at school were subtle but ruthless with their teasing. Marbles pulled from pockets and rolled between fingers. Emphasising the word see when they called out their see you laters. But it was the kids who gawped that bothered her the most,…
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Microfiction Day 155 – ‘Love Notes’
He left love notes whenever he could. Not for his partner. Because he didn’t have one. Instead, he left them for strangers. In the condensation of a coffee shop window he drew a heart with a smiley face, his own mouth lifting at the thought of the next person to see it. In the second…