(200 words) “OK, Mani. D’you know the area?” “Yes. It’s dangerous.” Ten long years of civil war; Everywhere was dangerous.
(200 words) “Kingsize cappuccino please.” Mr Hughes chose the same as he always did, sighing at his lack of imagination. He stood at the platform kiosk, tall, thin, in a worn blue suit.
- Sheldon was sitting in his customary place, partly hidden in a corner of the Snug. He nodded at me as I looked in before going through to the Public bar. He was a large, squat man, bald and heavy-jowled, with a hooked nose and large moist pink lips. He'd sit between seven and nine … Continue reading Sheldon’s Secret
(200 words) Sheldon paddled nonchalantly, maintaining his favoured position in the middle of the pool. He watched the other ducks near the bank scrabbling for bread with disdain - his mother had always told him he had superior intelligence. He missed his mother. The others intimated that she’d 'gone visiting' but he knew better.
(200 words) Growing, the organism just kept on growing! A lighthearted scientific experiment, incubating a meteorite fragment, had gone horribly, terribly wrong.
(200 words) On summer evenings he would sit, smoking and gazing up at the ruins of Glebe farm, high in the valley. Sometimes he’d see lights up there. Some said it was elves, others, teenagers fooling around.
(200 words) A screen showed a scene on Earth, a pubescent girl with protruding teeth, connected to electrical equipment. “Ready?”
(200 words) Faster than the speed of sound he flew on a November afternoon. He’d heard it said that his kind had killed untold millions of people and animals.
(200 words) “Faster! C’mon hun, get the lead out!” She called herself Sandy. Walt had picked her up on the desert road out by the Granger place, after work at Smitty’s Electrical Store. He stepped on the gas, surreptitiously admiring her long tanned legs.
(200 words) Inventions, the new play by Bella Dalton was showing at the Garrick theatre and Bella sat in the audience incognito, the play about to begin. The audience hushed and the curtain opened. A woman sat at a table, drinking Blossom Hill chardonnay and reading a letter. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, standing up and bursting into tears.
(200 words) “Inventions of the subconscious mind, landscapes of the night - dreams!” Professor Quint spoke dramatically. The students paid rapt attention.
- ‘Wit’ choo babe, I wanna dance wit’ choo,’ the Afro voice chanted, as bass thudded and tinkling percussion looped. “This song’s getting on my wick,” said Maggie. ‘Hey I say, I’s a’gonna give you’s a résumé,’ the voice rapped. “Should send ‘em all back home!” said Frank, punching the ‘off’ switch. Now silent, the … Continue reading Lobar Limbo