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Flash Fiction

February 2019

Altercation

Fictive Dream (Biffy 50 Nominated)

"From its cutting edge, the shards of an onion dribble onto the worktop; sliced like rose petals; like tear drops; like acid rain."

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March 2021

Everything They are Running From

Cheap Pop

"From their childhoods they are running. From mothers that precision-cut boiled-egg soldiers, golden yolks running. "

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May 2020

It was the Horse that Killed Her

Retreat West (Quarterly FF Winner and Pushcart Nominated)

"Ambulance outside Old Lady’s house. Its blue light whirligigs round."

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May 2020

The Long Road

Lunate Fiction

"We’re on the long road, you and me. Dirt not tarmac. Potholes and pebbles. The trees either side weave their boughs into an almost-arch."

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February 2020

Stepping Out

Bending Genres

"My second first steps are like a walrus in stilettos. Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow. Jelly legs buckling at the knees."

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February 2019

Constellations

The Drabble

"The inner cavern is a spiral galaxy of planets and stars. It pulses like a bullfrog’s throat – alive but dying."

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May 2020

How to Refill an Invisible Balloon

Green Stories (3rd Place)

"His mum’s red balloon has shrivelled like a sun-dried tomato and is hanging limply by her left ankle."

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December 2019

Life at the Colliery

FlashBack Fiction (Included on Biffy 50 2019-2020)

"It’s dark. Darker than coal. Darker than Ma’s eyes when I came home caked in mud after football."

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November 2020

People Present on Carnaby Street

Reflex Fiction (Long List and Best Small Fictions Nominated)

"Four murderers, one of them with horn-rimmed glasses. "

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May 2020

Surreal Portraits of the Future Us

Craft Literary

"In five years, on Space Mountain, we’ll blast asteroids to clear a path through the Milky Way."

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May 2020

End of the Line

Splonk (Best of the Net and Pushcart Nominated)

"She was a green thing. Fell for a fisherman with seaweed in his beard. They planted an acorn together."

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February 2020

Important to Us

Potato Soup Journal

"P is a dynamo. Kneeling. Arms like a sprint canoeist. She opens a packing box and scrabbles through the contents."

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February 2020

a list of things that are white

Fictive Dream (included in Best Microfiction 2021)

"in the chapel, the chaplain’s cassock; her teeth, enamelled gravestones that bite words in half."

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June 2019

Punctuation Marks in an Unknown Key

Reflex Fiction (Long List)

"Morning. Post-wake-up kiss. Stretch. Shower. Dress. Lingering gaze in your direction as I leave the bedroom."

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June 2021

Wittgenstein Sits at the Piano After the Long Cacophony of the War

Reflex Fiction (Long List)

"The notes sound in his head. Five of them. The first ones he played as a boy"

COMING SOON

Short Stories

June 2019

An Adverb Reacted Wearily

Queen Mob's Teahouse

"It was a morning for seizing the proverbial bull by the proverbial horns."

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December 2018

All the Pieces of Shattered Glass

Storgy

"Clock ticking. Temperature below the acceptable minimum and not even the slightest sign of the heating..."

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May 2019

La Maldadita

The Cabinet of Heed

"Other times, I dream of anthropomorphic octopi who wear polka dot swimsuits and sip paper-umbrella-accessorised mojitos."

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Published in Print

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Bath Flash Fiction Volume 4

Casanova's Mistress

"He is afraid of slithering things. She has chosen her snake necklace specially. "

Rag-doll and Puppet-man

"Pouring beer is difficult with her felt hands; her unbending, stuck-together fingers. "

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Leicester Writes Anthology 20

Bottled Up

"I collected seashells with a thought to doing something creative with them. My best find was a message in a bottle. Blue, frosted glass – I guess it was a gin bottle before it was requisitioned as a love note’s reliquary.."

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Bath Flash Fiction Volume 5

Conchie Faces the Squad

"I chew through commandments as we’re mustered from the dales. No other gods, no idols, thou shalt not kill. Sergeant barks. The others fall in line. I fix his stare. He pins me down, digs in the shears till he draws blood.."

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Reflex Fiction Volume 3

Punctuation Marks in an Unknown Key

"Morning. Post-wake-up kiss. Stretch. Shower. Dress. Lingering gaze in your direction as I leave the bedroom. Downstairs, mechanically munching cornflakes. Brush, spit, toothpaste on collar.."

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