3rd Place in the TSS Flash 400 international Flash Fiction Competition
The bridge is up at border patrol. Blank Girl sifts through the rubble knoll of her be...
Michelle says –He’s the one.
She sashays over to this guy, I don’t know how she does it, that hipsway, that femme thing that would disgust her in another fem...
Although the TV station gives the latitude and longitude daily, no one wants to know, except for the weatherman, who takes all of the burden alone. Each time he...
A grey pigeon lands outside my kitchen window on the thin ledge and points its bottom at me, its tail feathers scratching the glass. It does that jerk...
Highly Commended in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (summer)
Plump is good, they said and opened the box. A single Aylesbury.
I never know what moth...
Judge: Rebecca Williams
The the for this season's microfiction competition was 'weather' and you can read the full Judge's Report here.
The next micro...
