The Kindling – A Flashpoint

Waterlooville5They came for the books on 20th January 2057.

The protest was muted, even from the librarians and teachers who’d been charged with crating them up.

It had been a cold winter, you see, the coldest since the fossil fuels had all been used up, and everything else had already been burned.

(Originally posted at Flashpoints, a National Flash-Fiction Day project.)

Liars – A Flashpoint

liar2If it hadn’t been for Facebook she never would have recognised him. The long, dark curls had been shorn into salt and pepper stubble. The Hollywood jaw had ballooned into a bullfrog’s throat. The corners of those puckish eyes had creased into crepe paper.

“You haven’t changed,” she said.

“Neither have you,” he replied.

(Originally posted at Flashpoints, a National Flash-Fiction Day project.)

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Cheerleading – A Flashpoint

Cheerleading Hands hovering, she watches as he grasps the rope and lifts his foot toward the first rung.

“Go on!” she says. “You can do it!”

He doesn’t look up at her. He’s concentrating too hard. His forehead is puckered and his lips are pressed together in a thin line. He looks just like his father when he’s gluing together those Airfix models of his. Finally, his foot finds purchase.

“Yay! You did it!” She straightens her back to ease the ache in her spine. The baby inside her kicks. She strokes her belly and smiles. “Easy,” she murmurs. “It’ll be your turn soon.”

Cheerleading 3(Originally posted at Flashpoints, a National Flash-Fiction Day project.)