Sunday 19 June is National Flash Fiction Day. Because what better way to celebrate the imminent end to your seasonal depression than with tiny stories?
Here’s the piece I read at the Auckland Writer’s Festival.
Yes, I know I haven’t posted in a while. I try, but I’m really bad at it. Even when I have awesome news, like now.
This piece was first published at Reflex Fiction.
This piece was first published on Love in the Time of Covid Chronicle
“Stop picking.” My nails, cut so short that the tips of my fingers are red-raw, cease trying to lift away the scabbing at my elbow. I know Mother is waiting for me to say it itches, so I keep quiet. It doesn’t itch, not really. Instead it is a tightness; Read More
This piece was first published in The Auckland Shorts over at Three Lamps Journal. An object lesson in why you should always read the terms and conditions before clicking accept Word Count: 100 He’s sweating. That’s nothing new – they always sweat. He looks up, fear naked on his face, Read More
As the breakfast trolley rattles down the corridor, Jeremy waits. He moves to the window while the nurse wakes Gail, takes her blood pressure, passes over medication. With breakfast done Jeremy folds himself up at the end of Gail’s bed, watching her fall into a doze. It’s okay, he can Read More
‘Memory is really weird,’ I told my sister, ‘Because you don’t really “remember” a thing. On a neurological level, when you bring up a memory you experience it, exactly the same way as you experience the present moment. ‘But that means,’ I continued while she looked at me sceptically, Read More