Red and yellow and pink and green, orange and purple and blue. I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow of bruises. The door slams; what colour next?
“And the award goes to Tony Carmichael for his portrayal of ….” Fuck. The painfully applied smile dies, and the painfully thin blonde on her knees under the table assisting in the smile making sees her instrument wilt. Rapturous applause explodes, chairs scrape in their haste to be pushed back and a blonde head bangs… Continue reading “And the award goes to…” 99 word flash fiction
“Don’t screw this up for me,” his breath is hot and close on my neck. His hand moves me forward like the puppet I have become. Clothes I don’t own drape precariously on a body which is no longer just mine, a passport with my face and someone else’s name weighs heavy in my hand.… Continue reading “Don’t screw this up for me” – 99 word flash fiction
The view is intoxicating, as views high up tend to be. I could look at it for hours. But I don’t have hours; time waits for no man. A modest pang of regret twists low in my gut; if only I had climbed the fire escape stairs earlier in my lease. Cigarette butts litter the… Continue reading Bird’s eye view
Waves of nausea washed over me with every spin, my over-priced unappetising lunch threatening to make a re-appearance with the rise and fall of the rotating floor. My firmly plastered on smile told a different story, as I braved the experience for the thoroughly enchanted toddler beside me in the teacup. I fixed my line… Continue reading Avoidance in a teacup -flash fiction
A rivulet of sweat snakes down my aching back, my swollen belly wordlessly but loudly announcing my situation. I don’t want to do it, I have tried to stop. Some confusing need surpassing my usual boundaries. Kids on bikes and scooters whizz by while parents and minders quizzically regard the crazy looking pregnant lady foraging… Continue reading Satisfaction – flash fiction
I have a secret. I am a secret. I feel the clasp of my bra bite into my back and pinch my skin; instead of irritating me it feels like a softly whispered secret – “I know you”. Beauty is pain after all. The dull girl on the customer service counter calls my name –… Continue reading The eye of the beholder