Category: Microfiction

She sat at her grandmother’s rosewood desk, the surface scarred by scissors and pens, a patchwork of fables. Her grandfather’s watch ticked softly at her wrist, heavy and cold. Looking around the rest of the room she wondered what sort of legacy she was leaving her own children. Flat packed furniture filled the rest of…

He wore a suit because he thought it made him look smartly unremarkable. It sat a little too broadly on his slight shoulders, a little too long at the cuffs. The woman across the road watched him at the bus stop every day, gazing at the man who looked like he was hiding secrets in…

She watched the sunlight bouncing off the lake, the surface glittering as if it were filled with fallen stars. Crouching by the water’s edge, she could hear the sound of fizzing. Like a dying bulb. Cupping her hands together, she pulled some water out and gasped at the stars she now held. She thought of…

She wore her heart on her sleeve. Literally. Well, not literally, because then it couldn’t keep her alive. But it was on her arm. Other than having to get her clothes tailored it wasn’t overly inconvenient. The tutors had designed her a beautiful cage to protect it, and she was the only one who carried…

She walked past the house with the red door every day, and imagined the life being lived behind it. A bakery making nothing but strawberry pies by a rosy-cheeked woman. A secret facility for testing stolen blood samples. A house with a tree growing through the middle with apples like rubies. The woman in the…

The sky was a sullen grey, full of clouds like downturned mouths. She looked up to try and gauge where the sun might be, but the darkened veil over the earth was too heavy. It had the effect of deadening everything, the green grass turned muddy and the river the shade of a khaki bruise.…

“I can fly.” “No you can’t!” “Can too!” “Prove it!” “Fine!” He looked around until his eyes landed on the tree with branches like a gnarled ladder. He had climbed it many times, and knew that even climbing to the top was considered a feat unmatched in the park. A crowd gathered as he climbed,…

She loved the lullabies and rhymes her mother used to sing. The soothing rhythms eased her into a sleep sweetened by dreams. But as she aged she began to understand the words. The single mother who lived in a shoe. A city on fire. The elderly woman who couldn’t even feed her dog. Dead birds…

He was inspired by the woman who had spent ten years visiting National Trust sites and rating their scones. At first he thought he might copy her. But then he remembered he didn’t like scones. Or have a National Trust membership. So he started rating pub chips. At first he kept it to his town,…