1st Place in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (autumn 2018)
My brothers and I line up outside the house, eldest first, as once we did for ‘Santa’. The w...
2nd Place in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (autumn, 2018)
In letters, they call you the late, as if you’ve failed to turn up for an appointment on ti...
From where she is, she can’t see much. The few flat roofs of grey buildings. The glare from the street lights that frame the car park. In the horizon a single t...
3rd Place in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (autumn, 2018)
You can’t blow up a balloon without picturing the dolphins you worked with one summer. A dr...
Karen didn’t really like Mark. No one in the office did. But Karen, squeezing out the last months of her thirties, had other things on her mind, and even though...
Highly Commended in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (autumn, 2018)
One Sunday my father gathered the family together and told us it was necessary to em...
Julia was relieved when no doctor’s appointment was available for a fortnight. It could seem like a routine check that she should attend as a sensible woman of ...
