I’m flashing again at Spelk Fiction. Fiery Jack goes a little like this: Jack walked across the pub carpark and found Sidney Round’s BMW. His bony hands shook as he took a petrol canister from his backpack. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Tried to control his breathing. He was dripping with sweat.Continue reading “Fiery Jack at Spelk Fiction”
I think I’ve always liked singles more than LPs. Preferred the short, sharp burst of a 45 rpm vinyl to 33 and 1/3 rpm of a few decent tunes padded out with fillers. And maybe that’s why I was drawn to flash fiction. I started off my crime writing ‘career’ – arf – submittingContinue reading “Keep It Simple. Keep It Short.”
The sirens wail in the distance and a buzzing street light flickers as I run into the darkened alley, the black rucksack with the broken strap bouncing against my dodgy back. They’ll never catch me, though. They never do but I’m getting too old for this cobblers, for sure. Almost fifty and still on theContinue reading “#FRIDAY FLASH: THE LONG HAUL”
I’m flashing at Spelk Fiction again. ‘Gareth Jones had been sober for a little over six months when the royalty cheque came, out of the blue. Just like that. He licked his lips and then sighed deeply as he prepared himself for the inevitable crash that was to come.’ Read the rest of Pretty GreenContinue reading “#FRIDAY FLASH: Pretty Green at Spelk Fiction.”
I have a new slice of flash fiction over at Spelk Fiction. ‘Wayne leaned against his car and opened a packet of Menthol cigarettes. He lit up and stared into the distance at the pitch black lake. His thoughts drifted into memories.’ Read the rest of The Odds and the Sods here.
I’m over at the splendid SPELK FICTION again, with a yarn called RIGHT PLACE WRONG TIME. This one is a follow up to my previous SPELK FICTION story THE DAYTRIPPER. CHECK IT OUT!
I’m over at the brilliant flash fiction site Spelk Fiction with The Daytripper.
Liam Sweeny is over at Spelk Fiction with Small Miracles. ‘The sun was dripping down the canvas of the pale sky, dragging dusk through the gnarled fingers of the row of dead poplars lining the hedge past the field. Roy’s rough hands were stinging from splinters in the shovel handle.’ Check it out!
I have a new slice of flash fiction over at SPELK FICTION. Read THE LONG HAUL here.
Bits n Bobs: The Drag Noir anthology – edited by K A Laity and published by Fox Spirit – is out now and over here you can find out what inspired my yarn ‘A Bit Of A Pickle’ … My new Brit Grit Alley column is live at Out Of the Gutter Online and includesContinue reading “Bits n Bobs: News, Updates etc”