Flash fiction

#84 – Disfigurement

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Dawn Armfield

“Oi! Freddy Krueger!”

The teenage boy sneered as the rock left his hand and span against the armrest of the man’s wheelchair.

“I said oi!”

The man didn’t move.

The gang could see his reflection in the store window.  His face was white and smooth: burned flesh twisted, his eyes milky. The boy threw another stone, laughing as it whistled past the man’s ear.

The store owner ran out and the gang scattered, their sneering cries echoing down the street.

“Hey man, why didn’t you say something?”

“Because” the burned man replied, “he wasn’t like that before the fire,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Dawn Armfield via Unsplash.

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#83 – Suave

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Ross Parmly

The gentleman brushed his finger over the rim of his glass, a low growl shucked carelessly from his throat.

“Thank you.”

His voice was smooth beneath the gravel of age.  His smile was bright.

The stewardess smiled back, bowing her head a little as she poured another splash of red wine into his glass.  With another quick glance, she stood straight and walked back up the isle.

“Old man in 26 D seems nice,” she chirped, stepping through the crew curtain.

“Oh, he’s a regular,” her friend replied.  “Check your pocket.”

The old man’s smile widened when he heard her scream.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Ross Parmly via Unsplash.

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#81 – Insights

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Dariusz Sankowski

Allen swallowed a mouthful of coffee and rubbed his temple.  It was going to be a long, night.

He ran a finger down the list of phone numbers, looking for something – anything – to give him an edge in court.

Danny Banner loved his kids.  He wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Allen repeated the thought. He believed every word.  The phone was ringing.

“Hi Danny.  Ready for the morning?”

“Nervous.”

“Don’t be.  It’ll be fi,…….”  Allen stopped.

The number beneath his finger made his blood run cold.

“You said you never called her.”

“What?”

“Danny!!”

The silence betrayed them both.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Dariusz Sankowski via Unsplash.

Today’s title was suggested by actor and Manchester-based Equity stalwart Barry Evans.  You can find him on twitter @THEbazzaevans.  Thanks, Barry.

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#80 – Hyperbole

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Abigail Keenan 2

“Did you SEE that catch?!”

Mr. Kirby was jumping in the grandstands, his fists punching into the air.  The crowd around him were on their feet: the roar was deafening.  Mrs. Kirby covered her ears.

“That’s my boy!  Left the other guy for dust!  Always a safe pair of hands.  Always said so, haven’t I?!”

Mrs. Kirby was peering onto the pitch, far below.  Her husband didn’t seem to notice.

“Man, nobody ever catches like that!  Did you see the way he launched himself forward,…?”

“Bryce,….”

Mr. Kirby was still whooping in glee.

“Bryce!”

“Yes dear?”

“That’s not our son.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Abigail Keenan via Unsplash.

Today’s word comes from yet another Doctor Who star – this time the wonderful Barnaby Edwards.  Barnaby is a director and actor for Big Finish and also a frequent Dalek operator in the TV series!  You can find him over on Twitter @BarnabyEdwards.  Thanks for the word, Barnaby 🙂

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#79 – Obsidian

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Julian Böck

It was staring at him.  He knew it.

The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end.  Lewis continued his polishing of the glass case, trying not to look at the reflection over his shoulder.

“Shut up!  They’ve all gone home.  There’s no-one here to look at you.”

Still the jewel stared at him.

Lewis closed his eyes but it didn’t help.  The Jewel reached into his memory: its perfect, cut blackness shining under the cold museum lights.

“Okay!” Lewis swang around, his hand reaching for the Onyx stone and brushing it lovingly with the cloth.

“…. okay,….”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Julian Böck via Unsplash.

Today’s story title was suggested by Sarah Doughty, writer and poet of beautiful words over at Hamstring Eulogies.  Thank you for the word, Sarah.  I hope you enjoy the story 🙂

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#77 – Remember

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callum skelton

“Hmmm?”

Ada looked across at the young woman beside her bed, surprised that someone had spoken.  Her gaze focused slowly and she smiled.

“My favourite flowers are Chrysanthemums.  Do you like Chrysanthemums, dear?”

“Yes, I love them.”

Ada couldn’t understand why the woman was crying.  It was such a lovely day and her daughter would be visiting soon.  She raised her finger to wipe the tear free from the pretty face and patted her cheek.

“Yes, Chrysanthemums.  My Daughter always brings me a bunch.”

“She,…. sounds nice,…..” The woman was trembling as she kissed Ada’s hand.

“Happy birthday, Mom,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Callum Skelton via Unsplash.

Okay, I’m sorry.  Some days the image that forms isn’t pleasant.  I find degenerative diseases like Alzheimer’s terrifying and so very deeply sad.  I have occasion to visit a nursing home frequently and I see similar scenes every visit.  The families who deal with it daily are so strong and I admire them immensely.

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#76 -Isolation

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Ludovic Gauthier

The light bulb buzzed and spat.  Water was dripping down the chord and swirling in a fine spray from the tiny barred window.

Keith sat huddled on a freezing metal bed, eyes locked into the gloom.  His throat hummed as he breathed, rocking gently on his lice-ridden mattress.

He wasn’t alone.  Keith walked hand in hand with Andrew over the burning pale sands of the beach.  Their feet brushed through the dunes and grasses, their laughter rolled into the sky.  Hearts raced as lips blessed each other.

Keith was smiling in the darkness.

In his dreams he was never alone.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Ludovic Gauthier via Unsplash.

Another title suggested by Aliki Chapple – mother, activist, actor and proud Grecian.  You can follow her and her work over on Twitter @amaenad

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