flashfiction, microfiction, short story

‘Positive and Negative’

(First story to win at Ad Hoc Fiction )

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Suck on a battery (the copper-headed ones last longer. Throw in a Werthers Original at the same time to really get your teeth rattling.) Run a well-licked finger ‘round a plug socket. Feel alive.

I feel like joylessly microwaved death. My husband’s taken the kids with him to Lidl to give me a break, but they’ll be back eventually, they have to come back eventually. Our flat roars with the as-yet-unborne noise of their return, the front door trembling to be burst out of its frame. Potential energy. I wish that I had the potential for energy.

I put my cheek against the TV screen – Judge Rinder’s on – to feel the crackle against my skin. Everything flickers in the corner of my eye. I hear the door, and swallow something. Hope it was the Werther’s.

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flashfiction, microfiction, short story

‘Sixty Three Word Story’

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Orange lamplight washes across the forecourt, stopping at the shadows. I torch another roll-up from my tin, breathe the sparks deep down inside.

Dead leaves scrape in eddies around my feet while I wait.  I kick one away, shower the rest with bright ash.

Eventually, the library lights flicker, douse. The doors open and, with a huff, I lurch forward to surprise her.

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