Tag: Flash Fiction
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Silhouette: Innuendo
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Silhouette’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. The water drips from the rusted shower head in the motel. As I lay on the rickety bed, the noise was amplified in the relative silence. The files from the local…
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Her Secret Life: Torn
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Her Secret Life’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. A tempest of emotions thrummed through my veins as I spread the photos out on the kitchen table. It was all there, in bright vivid colour. The quality of…
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Her Secret Life: Duplicity
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Her Secret Life’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. My eyes glaze over as I attend to my work. I have to separate myself from the realities of my tasks. Over many years, I’d become desensitized to the…
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Behind Closed Doors: Fractured
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Behind Closed Doors‘ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. We were in court everyday: dresses neatly ironed, make up on and hair set. You have to put on a brave face and be present, to show the world…
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Behind Closed Doors: On the Cusp
Authors note: This is a follow on from an earlier story ‘Behind Closed Doors’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress The night was clear but cool. It was late summer; possums rustled in the trees and the streetlights shone intermittently on the road. The neighbourhood was quiet as people…
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Always in our hearts
Bandages are very useful. They can relieve your pain and help wounds to heal. They also cover the scars, but some wounds and scars are far deeper and it is these that are the hardest to heal. Grief is an emotion that we all deal with in many different ways. Some are able to compartmentalise…
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Silhouette
The towering pittosporum hedges swayed in the breeze. Their evergreen foliage and delicate purple flowers, like bright tiny flecks of paint are smattered throughout their branches. In the spring time, birds sheltered in the dense foliage. It hummed with new life. Howling winds and rains were buffered in the winter, branches bending and bowing at…
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Always watching
I was happy to be out of the limelight. I enjoyed my work at the firm. Being an archivist suited me, keeping files in order and researching for the partners upstairs. It was the perfect work for an introvert. I worked in the basement of a 1940s art deco building. Exposed brickwork, the old pendant…
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Dinner at Eight
The late dinner was delightful, an exquisite masterpiece prepared with the utmost care by the chef. The steak was cooked to perfection, a beautiful line of pink through the middle and delicately tender on the palette. The table too, was a work of art. The floral arrangement at the centrepiece and the crisp white linen…
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Footsteps
The house was quiet, much more quiet than usual. Laying in bed before falling asleep, the silence was delightful after the chaos of the day. The children slept peacefully in their warm beds and my wife was rugged up underneath the warm doona, her breathing soft and rhythmic. I watched the moonlight peek in through…
Roads less travelled 