Tagged Flash Fiction

High In The Tower

The Peregrine watches over the city from the inner city cliff surveying the glass and and concrete peaks. A different perspective on our troubled world. No hunting pigeons today, hanging on to the stone face of the building and riding out the storm her priority. The wind howls around the building like screaming demons demanding entry. Sitting in the lobby far below I hear voices in my head maybe real who knows. This building is alive with noise thumps, thuds, creaks, cracks. These old walls don’t shake but air smashes into them like tremors from a far away earthquake. Built to…

Restoring Order

From the first to the last each generation passes in a single heartbeat. The earliest glimmer of life-like new-born stars that quickly reach their end. A million stories come and go in seconds. Now nothing except endless leaves drifting silently in the wind names, dates, achievements soon to be just echoes reaching far into the past.  Another night’s sleep ends abruptly. The room is still dark, a  grey half-light seeping from outside in. The distant moon weak, losing its battle with darkness. The darkness that fills our lives. A darkness so alien yet part of what we are. Tension lifts and…

Outdoor Chess

There is a special time in the forest, a vague time. You might miss it, closing the gate as you leave the wood. Rushing to find your way home as darkness falls. You really need to stop, sit down. Relax and wait for the players to return.   In this place, it is chess in the forest. The game as always delayed till nightfall. In other places, there will be different forms of fun a swing, a stream a tree to climb. The players will return as they do each night. Unseen as they gather and play their ghostly game…

The Restaurant Corridor

I stop puzzled, turning slowly this is crazy. I came out of that door, the toilet I’m sure of it. Maye I’m having a funny turn, too much booze. I have been to a restaurant with a group of friends. I can remember everything. The job, house, car, children. All of it but I feel so disorientated. Where was I? that was it in the corridor of the restaurant. I’d used the toilet and then we were going home. I just can’t find the door back to the restaurant. I turn to go back I can’t find the door that I’ve…

The Fourth Tribanzian War

The art had started appearing throughout the entire country. Towns and cities up and down the land, images and words. First in obvious places, then in more obscure ones. Little by little the art spread around the world. Produced by those on the margins of society, in the shadows. Street art, urban art, graffiti call it what you will. It told a story in a language no one understood. Images of people, monsters, robots, cyborgs. In the end it was in every town and city around the world. If we had taken more notice. Understood the warnings and messages. Things…

Funny Things Trolls

I had been here before, a long time ago. It was before the thousand-year war, before the domination of man. I remember it now, not at first. In the first few days I couldn’t remember but slowly as the weeks passed it came back to me. Was it eight maybe nine hundred years ago. There was so much to remember, so much to forget. The gully hadn’t changed at least I don’t think it had, a steep mountain stream rushing over well-worn rocks crashing from pool to pool on its journey to the sea. I am not a fan of the…

Coral Beach

Jack Jameson had wanted to visit Coral Beach for years, he was widely travelled but had never visited the rugged and remote north coast of Scotland before. This was the chance he had been waiting for, a two-year posting to a nuclear research facility at Anstrachon on a wild northern headland. He had been working in the field of nuclear fusion physics since he left university and loved it but stayed sane by spending every spare hour out of the laboratory walking, swimming, cycling. Pretty much anything that would take him outdoors. He was so looking forward to his time at this facility. He was delighted…

Three Amigos

The world rushes by this city Sunday. The three amigos on the steps dancing, chilling, singing. Fifty, sixty or even seventy who knows? Tired faces, worn out clothes, shabby un-chic ready for anything caring for nothing. The great and the good, rush here, don’t look there quickly cross the street, “they might want money.” A tape machine with tinny tones of Bob Marley ‘Jammin’ straight from 77. A hint of alcohol, well more than just a hint an early morning top up from cheap sherry hidden out of view. Takes the edge off soothing cold tired bones. Lookout for cops,…

Morning Half-Light

The yellow morning half-light filters through the broken glass and boards that were the old the houses windows. That lonely, fearful time before the dawn. How long have I been here? Waiting, loathing, watching. An empty shell, no light, no life. I will always be reminded of that cruel night all those years ago, there is someone in the street passing by. Alone so early, how foolish. I wonder can he hear me screaming, my calling. I don’t know if he can or not, each step though brings him closer. Good he’s stopped. Yes that’s it turn and look up at…

‘How Much?’

‘How much?’ The cosmetic surgeon sat impassively at his desk. He knew the old man sitting in front of him would pay, they always did. He was fabulously wealthy, anyhow if they came this far they always paid. It was a small price for a procedure so revolutionary that few even knew it existed. Just a few miles away in the heart of the city a young man was being roughly bundled into a van. His whole life lay ahead of him though it would soon be changed forever. The pair met briefly in the cold, sterile operating theatre with introductions conducted by one of the…