Flash Fiction

  • 2 – Reckoning

    Continuing from Battle; Reckoning The staff glowed gently on the hill I’d rammed it into, lighting the way for those that needed it. I knelt, feeling the vibrations from the Earth as it reached my outstretched palm. Two groups, one larger than the other, were fleeing a much larger group behind. The middle group were…

  • Hailstones

    The hailstones are the size of marbles and bounce onto the ground like drumsticks rasping on a drum. The storm threatened an hour ago, but the rain has turned to hail. The sound is just as loud and distinctive as they fall The pitter-patter increases to a deafening roar as the heavens open and cover…

  • The Stand

    From the box, the pink metallic stand emerges, pulled out gently but firmly. Placed on the table next to another, different stand, it is given a phone to hold. The stand is roughly treated, being moved this way and that, until, at last, the jerking stops, the new owner smiles and the stand is left…