Sid’s eyes dart around the room searching for something to rest upon but he is grateful for her apology, at least for her self-awareness. His eyes land on a bug on her shoulder crawling towards her neck.
Come for the flash fiction and short stories. Stay for the sense of wonder at deriving meaning from weird symbols on a screen
Author: Ben
I write flash fiction every day, while working on longer stuff that one day might help feed the kids. That's the plan anyway.
The Boy Had A Name
Everything is capable of being loved, he says.
The lady smiles.
Well I guess that’s true.
Her voice is barely a whisper.
Sid Thinks Of The Syrian Boy
Sid thinks about the Syrian boy a lot. Even now, even all these years later. Lying on his tummy, arms by his side, palms upturned to the sky. He looks asleep in his red top.
It’s time to go again
I’ve been away a while. It’s time to go again.
Here Comes the Sun
Mum died on December 21, 2018. Six months later, to the day, my wife boarded a plane bound for Abu Dhabi.
June Bug
Although they stood only five yards away from George, the pair of them were quite oblivious to his presence.
The Domestique
You use 40 percent less energy in the peloton. A life spent in the service of others.
