Category Archives: Micro Fiction

My friend dies of cancer during lambing time. I take his place in the lambing shed, disentangling the limbs of in-utero twins whilst his mutant cells poisoned him and every night he says, “I want to go home.” It was … Continue reading →

Light travels in straight lines but feelings go round corners. Bryony could ‘feel’ that Jez was waiting for her round the corner. She thought of yesterday at school. When the invitations to the school disco were given out, and how … Continue reading →

The children who had made ‘good entries’ in the poetry competition were invited to the presentation. Karen went with her mum. Clearly the organisers had not expected her to be in a wheelchair, no ramps, too many steps and too … Continue reading →

“So how can you tell if you are asleep or not if there’s only you and it’s late at night in your own bedroom and you ought to be asleep.” “You have to pinch yourself, that’s what they do in … Continue reading →