Category: Microfiction

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” A shrug, impassive shoulders. He sighed, the makeup on his face tight across his cheeks. He pulled a rope from his pocket with a smile that made the child instinctively take a step back. Fear of clowns was ruining his life. Coulrophobia was a pretty funny word…

He was older than the river that had forged a path from the sea, curving through the landscape and inspiring painters and writers for more years than he could count. He was older than the clocktower that the townsfolk lived their lives by, and older than the cathedral that they had built with callused hands.…

“Dance with me.” “Absolutely not.” “Why?” “I can’t dance.” “Who says you can’t dance? Of course you can. It’s easy. Watch.” He moved in a way that was a cross between a shuffle and a hop. It bore no resemblance to any dance she had ever seen. “You look like you’re trying to scratch an…

People bewail the changing of clocks and the lost light. They mourn lazy evening walks to the sound of outdoor play and breakfast on the patio accompanied by birdsong. Winter brings me home. No longer do I have to hide pale skin under stifling layers. No longer do I have to pretend to enjoy picnics…

The seamstress sewed magic. She sewed bravery into the gown she made for prom for the shy young girl with the fringe she had grown to hide behind. That girl ended up on the stage. She sewed hope into the wedding dress of the woman whose parents didn’t approve of her fiance. That woman went…

“The moons are dancing.” “What was that sweetheart?” “Look.” Her daughter, with her impossibly dark hair and eyes spilled from ink, pointed to the sky. “Can’t you see them?” She squinted. “I’m sorry, but I can only see the clouds.” Those dark eyes looked into hers, swimming with a mixture of concern and what felt…

“Hello dog.” The fisherman reached out a weathered hand and patted the grey terrier on the head as it poked an inquisitive nose into his bag. No collar or lead. “You on your own lad? Maybe you’ll come home with me, eh?”. He gave the dog a piece of sandwich and smiled a rarely used…

She wore a t-shirt with “LOVE” emblazoned across the chest. But she never really knew what it meant. She thought she had loved macaroni cheese. But then she ate too much of it. She thought she had loved her dog, but when it disappeared her sadness was fleeting at best. She thought she had loved…

The world was too loud for him. He wore his armour against it. Thick bobble hats for walking in the park to protect against the barking dogs and screaming children. Large headphones playing the Gladiator soundtrack on repeat whenever he caught the train or tube. A white noise machine playing the sound of rain at…

It was the twentieth anniversary. Over one thousand weeks. Over seven thousand days. She remembered the first time she found that her tiny but perfectly formed garden had transformed overnight. The grass had reached up to her mid thigh. Her dahlias were like a giant’s fist trying to punch the clouds from the sky. Her…