Flash Fiction: Hunger crime

Jason was hungry when he approached the store. Not in-the-mood-for-a-snack hungry, no. Jason was really hungry, like hadn’t-eaten-in-two-days hungry.  Despite Jason reminding his dad to get milk and eggs that morning, the fridge at home was empty of any nutrition. The only thing on the otherwise bare shelves was a magically refilling six-pack of beerContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Hunger crime”

Flash Fiction: Just one bite

He knew exactly what the wicked old witch was trying to do. Feeding him all these wonderfully delicious treats, trying to get him nice and fat so she could eat him.  So far Hansel had managed to refuse the food the crone tempted him with. He hadn’t taken a single bite of the sticky cinnamonContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Just one bite”

Flash Fiction: Calling

I woke up early this morning to be the first in line. My phone rests in my hand, primed and ready; the number already punched in. I watch the clock. The second hand ticks down, passing the six, thirty seconds to go. Tick, tick, tick. Ten seconds and counting, I suck in a breath. ThenContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Calling”

Flash Fiction: Return to sender

An unpleasant surprise waited in my letterbox today. It was an envelope I had posted only two weeks ago. Now here it was, back again: a paper boomerang.  I turn the envelope over in my hands, run my fingers along its crumpled edges. The creased paper matches the furrowing of my brow as I inspectContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Return to sender”

Flash Fiction: Celebration

Daniel has always been a recluse. He’s content with being alone, even after becoming the last person left on Earth. Preferring the peace and quiet of his cabin in the woods to the hubbub of the city. He likes the simple way of life there. In the trees, he can savour the solitude while enjoyingContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Celebration”

Flash Fiction: Refuge

Whenever in a new place, after hours of sightseeing, I make a point of seeking refuge. I do this by visiting the public library. Why? Because it’s quiet, calm and open to all. No matter who you are, the Library welcomes you. It’s unpretentious that way.  The library I find myself in today is madeContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Refuge”