“Sorry”, he mumbled, not meaning it.
A signed name; a sealed fate.
Broken shoe, broken cheekbone, broken spirit.
Full church. Cold feet. Empty door.
The phone rings. The voice on the other end say “we need you again”, then hangs up. I want to pretend I didn’t hear her, go back in time and not answer the call. Who am I kidding? There are no choices here, not for me anyway. I’m the main attraction. My popularity is to… Continue reading The Call
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