Month: February 2023

“Conversations Over Coffee: Ian’s Wife”, a 100-word story

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“I just feel with Jeff I can be myself, you know? With Ian-“

“Your husband…”

“Yes. Ian my husband… Are you judging me?”

“Of course, sweetie. What else are best friends for?”

“You never liked Ian, anyway.”

“I’m warming to him, now he’s the injured party. Carry on.”

“With Ian I always feel I’m playing a role: partner, counselor, mother even sometimes.”

“And now: an unfaithful wife.”

“You are judging me!”

“What do you expect? You know what I went through when George left me for that woman.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Perhaps not. But it’s not that different, either.”

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“No Coincidence” : a 100-word story

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A 100 word story written using the prompt “Coincidence”

Jack being here is no coincidence.

Meg ducks into a doorway. Feeling like a PI from a second-rate TV show, she pretends to rummage in her handbag.

He’s talking on his phone. He passes, apparently without clocking her.

“It’s done,” she hears him say.

She waits for him to disappear around the corner before running across the road.

She pushes the open door with her foot and enters.

The metallic odour of blood hits her before she sees the body.

She turns, bumping into Jack. He pushes her inside, his gun cold against her skin.

“Goodbye, Meg,” he says.

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“Sucker!” A 100-word story

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“Swop yer,” Brendon said.

Suspicious of my rival, I suppressed the impulse to snatch the one football card required to complete my collection. from his outstretched hand.

“What for?”

“That,” he pointed at the small plastic dog hanging from my satchel.

“Really?” I almost threw him the toy I’d hooked out of the cereal box this morning and grabbed my prize, gloating inwardly at his stupidity.

He skipped across the playground.

Becky squealed with excitement, hugging and kissing Brendon after he dropped the dog into her palm.

I could read his smug smirk over Becky’s shoulder:

“Who’s the sucker, now?”

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Mystery Man: A 100 word story

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First published as a reply to the #FlashFictionFriday on Mastodon The prompt was the first line: “it’s like something out of a bad comic book”

Mystery Man

It’s like something out of a bad comic book, he thought.

Not that he’d know.

William didn’t read comics. He thought they were for kids. Even as a child he’d thought they were childish.

His friend Simon had a collection. He devoured anything with a superhero in it.

William thought they looked ridiculous and the “powers” were just so unrealistic.

It was ironic, he thought looking down at the street far below, that he’d been rescued from a burning building by this faintly-familiar masked man.

Not to mention the physics-defying flying thing.

He couldn’t wait to tell Simon.

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