Tag: Flash Fiction

• May 10, 2023

  ‘You Can’t Go Home’ highly commended

  

  I come to you today with some positive news! The first win (well, highly commended) to come out of my huge push on short story submissions this year. My flash fiction piece ‘You Can’t Go Home’ has been highly commended in the Gippsland Writers Network Summer ‘Home’ Writing Competition. You can read it and the…
• April 5, 2017

  Helping Hand – Flash Fiction

      There was a little girl who lived on the streets. She made what money she could from selling wild flowers, collecting them at dawn by the river bank far out of town. She made enough money to feed herself and, in time, to purchase a woven wicker basket allowing her to collect and…
• February 23, 2017

  Flash Fiction: Fairy Lights and Black Holes

  The cops glide by, at a leisurely pace, on their Segways. Slow and steady, helmeted, backs straight as their faces. Three kids, Lebanese, Caucasian, Islander. Backs against the wall. Two of the three sit obediently heads bowed. The other… not so much. “Sit down now,” says one of the coppers. They’ve parked their Segways neatly…
• February 7, 2017

  Flash Fiction: Sad Women

  Every Thursday afternoon there is a group, who meets, of sad women. They have hollow cheeks, eyebrows that rise at the centre, large wide eyes and the corners of their mouths point to their toes. They meet in the large room at the community centre. They don’t gossip and make tea like the knitters or…
• March 31, 2016

  Flash Fiction: A Ghost

  The mattress was expensive and soft, much more comfortable that her own. That alone would have been enough to make her stay. The long, beautiful sleep it offered. But they never did much sleeping. The pillows were equal in quality. When he wasn’t back from work she used one for her head and hugged the…
• March 10, 2016

  Flash Fiction: Sally Turner

  Sally Turner’s mum had a boob job before she was born. She did it to improve her chances of getting television work. It worked. She got a job as a tabloid reporter for three years. Sally feels sorry for her mum now, living back then when it was all about looks and people mutilated their…