Friday Flash Fiction - Not a Day to Remember

Not a Day to Remember

She couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried, it just wasn’t possible. She’d lost count of the amount of times she’d tried and then failed yet again. How was it possible that she just couldn’t make it work?

‘Sandra?’

She jerked her head up. ‘Yes?’

‘Are you in there?’

She could just picture him standing outside the bathroom door in his three-day old boxer shorts and grey vest. Soon he would rap the door with his hairy knuckles. 

‘Tap, tap, tap.’ 

There it is. Soon he’ll start shouting. 

‘Sandra. Come out this minute.’ 

She turned the taps off and the quiet filled the small dank room for a few seconds. 

‘Sandra!’

She pulled the dressing gown tight around her and felt inside the pocket for her mobile phone. She quickly splashed some water on her face and reached for the striped towel, hanging on the back of the bathroom door. 

‘Finally. For fuck’s sakes. What have you been doing in there?’ 

‘Just showering.’ 

‘Christ, woman, you’d think you hadn’t showered for a year the amount of water you’ve just used. Good job we ain’t on a meter.’ 

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled. 

‘Well, piss off then,’ he said, pushing her out of the way. 

She stood in the hallway looking at all the closed doors, not knowing which way to turn. One day she would send that text, or make that call, to help her get out of this miserable situation, but today was not that day. She walked to the living room, plonked herself down in a tattered armchair and flicked on the TV. 

Laura Besley

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Flash Fiction diary

The challenge to write a piece a day is officially over. I'm so in love with flash fiction that I'll keep on writing it and hopefully still have a piece a week to share with you (my wonderful readers). I would like to dedicate some time to reworking older pieces as well as more time to writing longer pieces. Watch this space!  

This week I got a mention in a local Hong Kong newspaper, the South China Morning Post! It was as part of a book review for the Hong Kong Writers Circle's latest anthology, Of Gods and Mobsters. Click here for the link. 

Flash Fortnightly #16 is a previously published piece from my blog. It was popular, which is why I decided to republish it with Artipeeps! Click here for Down the Hill. 

Friday Flash Fiction - week 42

Words

He wasn’t tall, only a little taller than me, with short grey hair. His eyes were as blue as the Indian Ocean. I hadn’t seen that colour since I left Bangalore to go to boarding school when I was eight. 

“Morning Ma’am,” he said, in a heavy Texan accent. 
“Morning.” 
“I’ve moved in next door,” he said, pointing at the three-bedroom house to the left of ours, “so I thought I’d come and say hello.” He stuck out his hand. “Frank.” 
“Nice to meet you Frank,” I said, shaking his hand. “Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bee.” 
“If you don’t mind, Ma’am, I’ll stick with Beatrice as it’s such a beautiful name.” 

And that was it. 

As a self-employed fiction writer Frank was at home a lot and we met most mornings for coffee. We talked about travelling the world, modern art and living outside of your country of birth; all the things my husband knew nothing about and had no interest in. 

***

Two years after meeting Frank, almost to the day, I saw removal men entering his house. There was a knock on the back door and he came in just like it was any other day. “Just thought I’d drop by,” he said. “Before heading off.” 
“But I’ve made coffee.” 
He took two steps towards me. “Beatrice.” 
I stepped back towards the counter. It was as if something was clawing at the back of my throat. “Where are you going?” I asked. But I already knew the answer. 
“Back to the U.S.” 
“Why…why didn’t you tell me before?” 
He reached out to touch my arm. “I couldn’t.” 
“Will you be back?” I looked up and met his eye. 
He held my gaze. “No.” 
A gentle wave of seasickness rose up inside and threatened to capsize me. “I think you should go now.” 
“Beatrice?” 
“Please go. Have a safe journey.” 
“Beatrice?” 
“Go! Get out!” 

He left, closing the back door gently behind him and I was left fighting the rocking of the waves. A sea of tears welled up and spilled out.  

Hours later I got up off the kitchen floor, made a fresh pot of coffee and splashed cold water onto my face. I noticed a gift-wrapped package next to the sink and tore off the silver and pink paper. 

“His book. Of course,” I muttered. There was a photo of him on the back of the book. I supposed it would be the only one I would ever have of him. I opened the book and my heart stopped. 

I dedicate this book to Beatrice, a woman too beautiful – inside and out – to be known      merely as Bee. With all my love, Frank. 

I ran from the kitchen to his house, but it was locked and empty.   

Laura Besley

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Flash Fiction diary

This is an older piece, from 14th September 2012 to be precise, and to be honest I can't any longer remember what inspired me to write it. Currently I'm watching Jewel in the Crown and the mention of the Indian Ocean seems a good reason to feature this story this week. 

Flash Fortnightly #11 is based on a true, yet tragic, story. Click here for My Wedding Day. 

Of Gods and Mobsters is the latest anthology from the Hong Kong Writers Circle, edited by SCC Overton. 
Classical gods and heroes. Men and women of myth, legend and folklore. Characters from the greatest 19th and 20th century novels. All of them relocated, reimagined and retold in this collection of short stories and poetry. 
I have a story in here and wrote a modern day version of Aladdin. 

imprint 12 (the annual anthology of Women in Publishing Society) was launched on Friday 15th March and as mentioned before, I was asked to read my piece of flash fiction, Fractious Heat. I was incredibly nervous, but as I had practised a few times with my lovely husband, I think it went well. I got a good reaction from the crowd, which was a real boost! 
As always, it's an absolute thrill to see my work in print. As well as the piece of flash fiction, I also submitted a piece of non-fiction, Aspects of Home.  





_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Flash Fiction is short enough to read whilst you're waiting for the kettle to boil. It's fairly quick to write too, but with it being so short, every word has to count. 

On 4th May 2012 I decided to embark on a project: to write a piece of Flash Fiction every day. I'm hoping this will keep the creative juices flowing and ultimately help me hone my craft. Every Friday I'll be posting 'the best of the week' onto my blog for you to read. If you have anything to say (good or 'constructive'!), I'm open to comments.  

Thanks, as always, for reading.

Mid-week Interview

Today's post is something a little bit different - it's an interview with Yours Truly! Yep, you read it right. Read on for more...


The online community for authors & bloggers is great! I've 'met' so many nice people through Book Blogs and various other online forums. People are so willing to help each other out, it's really great. Recently I was having trouble adding something to my blog and I asked my online friends; within a couple of hours Alex had answered my question (thanks again, you're a super star!). 


In this post I'd like to introduce Penny Freeman who has a blog: Perpetual Chaos of a Wandering Mind. She kindly took an hour out of her schedule to interview me regarding my writing and my link to the Hong Kong Writers Circle. Please click on the link below to read more about the latest HKWC anthology, As We See It: Hong Kong Stories, and what makes me tick! 


Interview with Penny Freeman

Another first!

This Saturday, for the first time ever, I'll be reading a piece of fiction written by me to the general public in a bookshop in Hong Kong. Let me explain. 

Every year The Hong Kong Writers Circle put together an anthology. The 2011 anthology, As We See It: Hong Kong stories, was published at the end of 2011 and is available to buy in selected bookshops in Hong Kong, and as an e-book through Amazon UK or Amazon US. To promote the book a few of the authors will be reading their stories, or extracts from longer pieces of work they currently have available.  There will be drinks available and authors won't be reading the entire time, so it's a good opportunity to have a chat and meet some new people. If you fancy coming along, please do!






The event, as promoted by Time Out magazine, will be taking place:

• in: Dymocks, Central Building 
• on: Saturday 26th May
• at: 5.30-7.30pm.   

I'm just a little nervous (= a lot!) so I'll let you know how it goes!