Friday Flash Fiction - Week 17!

Blue Monday

Grandpa’s favourite colour is blue. He told me this once, but it’s not a secret. He said lots of people know, so it’s ok for me to tell mummy or daddy or Sophie at number 62. She’s my best friend. When we grow up we’re going to live together in a house with a swimming pool and a garden and a big oven for making biscuits. Mummy always says “they’re biscuits, not cookies, we’re not a merry can.” Mummy’s very silly; cans aren’t merry, they’re just cans. 

Grandpa always comes round for tea on Mondays. He picks me up from school, walks me and Sophie back and then we play until mummy gets home from work. Mummy has been crying a lot. She thinks I don’t know, but her eyes and cheeks are red when she’s been crying. I give her a little hug, or give her bunny to take to bed. 

“Stacey! Are you ready?” 
I run from my room, down the stairs to put on my shoes. 
“Now darling,” Mummy says, and looks at me with her head tilted to one side and her cheeks and eyes a little pink. “Remember Grandpa isn’t coming today. He’s gone…”
“To heaven.” Mummy’s told me this and I am pleased I can remember the name. 
“Yes, that’s right, but he won’t be back.” 
“But when he went to Brighton he came back. He promised and he did. He bought me a book.” 
“I know, darling, but heaven is different.” 
“Why?”
“You go there when you are too tired and you need a long rest.” 
“But can’t he just have a Grandpa nap and come round later?”
“No darling.” 
I look at the ground and feel the pink in my cheeks. My bottom lip starts to wobble. “It’s not fair!”
“I know, darling.” Mummy puts her arms around me, but I shake her off. 
I feel a hot pink ball in my stomach stomping around. “It’s not fair,” I say quietly.  

L. Besley

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Flash Fiction diary

I started a 6-week online Flash Fiction course with Calum Kerr. I'm really excited to be learning more about this style of writing. This week's flash fiction is a piece I wrote as part of the course.  

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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. 

Friday Flash Fiction - week 3!

Daddy’s New Girl Friend

Petra is Daddy’s new friend. I thought he already had a friend. I thought Uncle Paul was his friend. Yes, said Daddy, but daddies need girl friends too. Does Uncle Paul have a girl friend then? I asked. Tonnes said Daddy and he laughed. Tonnes is what elephants weigh. Paul must have elephant friends and girl friends too.

Hello schweetheart, Petra says to me. She talks funny. Not like mummy.

Be nice, daddy says, say hello to Petra.

Hello.

How are you? She talks really slowly, like she’s tired. So I talk slowly too so she can understand me. I’m…fine…

Hannah, be normal, daddy says. Why doesn’t he tell Petra to be normal? I cross my arms in front of my tummy and do my best angry face. Maybe I’ll cry.

It’s ok, I hear Petra saying softly, she’s only small.

I’m not small! I’m five and three quarters, I say then.

Wow, shoon you’ll be shixsh. A big girl.

Daddy is it my birthday soon? I make sure I say soon properly, not like Petra.

No darling, not for a long time.

But Petra said soon. Last week you told me soon is fivetoseven days.

Not always darling he says and gives Petra a look I don’t understand. Petra says something to Daddy but no sound comes out.

Shall we go? Daddy says and sighs his special Daddy sigh.

Where?

To the zoo.

Yippee! 

L. Besley

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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.