A Pebbly Beach at 3 a.m.

There’s no moon. Black waves heave and collapse, frothy foam sighing over a myriad of pebbles, like some gigantic water feature. Peeling our clothes off, it feels like we’re doing something illegal. Shauna is a luminescent blob. “Should we go in?” she asks, her timbre saying ‘Let’s go home.’

Inventions Я Us

Entry for Writers' Forum Flash Fiction Competition no. 24. Story to start and finish with 'when he looked it wasn't there'. (300 words) When he looked it wasn’t there. Thomas Edison Jr., proprietor of Inventions Я Us, shifted a pile of complex schematics, exasperated. Where on Earth was his cigar cutter? Someone knocked. “Come in.” … Continue reading Inventions Я Us