One day, Andy was mugged in the street. With no mobile phone, credit cards or money, his only way home was a three-hour, ten-mile walk across the city. Several acquaintances passed by in their cars, but no one helped. They didn’t see the point.
Andy took everyone, and everything, for granted. Andy never tipped taxi drivers or in restaurants, or gave his cleaner or gardener a Christmas present. Andy saw no reason to pay someone extra ‘simply for doing their job’. He rarely even said ‘thanks’. Eventually, those who knew Andy came to regard him as someone not worth knowing.
One day, Andy was mugged in the street. With no mobile phone, credit cards or money, his only way home was a three-hour, ten-mile walk across the city. Several acquaintances passed by in their cars, but no one helped. They didn’t see the point. Written as Taylor Swift began the European leg of her ERAS tour only a mile from my home. The entire country went mad. Edinburgh – Scotland – the UK – all of Europe had gone mad.
Over 70,000 ‘Swifties’ had gathered in the city to welcome superstar Taylor Swift open the European leg of her Eras tour. Merchanside outlets, and burger, pizza and fish and chip stalls struggled to keep up with the queues, dressed in Swiftie-themed clothing to match their hero. Her three-hour set didn’t disappoint, containing many huge hits from across her varied catalogue. Predictably, the weather DID disappointed – torrential rain – but like a true professional Taylor was fully prepared. You had to be there to realise why she performs in swimsuits so often. |
Flash FictionFlash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words. Collections
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