I’ve missed him. He’s shivering in our kitchen, next to the glow of the electric heater. Whimpers escape his lips, ants fleeing a doomed nest.
I glide forward and reach out a hand to his cheek. It slides straight through; disappointment again. Au revoir, mon amour. Until next time.
Teeth wolf-bared we howl to the bastard night, to our births, to our mothers. Tomorrow we will crawl, pale and raw from our chains, but tonight we strain towards the sky and its glitter of stars, its promise of things to come.
The Drabble have published my latest tiny fiction: Flatmates. Thanks, The Drabble!
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” shouted the little boy. Daphne glared at her husband as he stole expectant glances at the door. Neither knew the postman had kept the flowers for himself.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I’m very happy – and honoured – that my piece Writing advice is one of The Drabble’s top ten tiny fictions of 2016. You can find it (and the other very worthy favourites) here.
Happy New Year, and see you in 2017!
My (very) short piece Conversations with grandad is now up at The Drabble. They post very regular stories and poems of 100 words or fewer – a personal favourite is this one – so get exploring!
No-one meant to get grandma so drunk she spent twenty minutes vomiting into the toilet. But they had to stop her threatening the turkey. Poor Angie had worked so hard.