Peering, Dorothy was drawn ever closer, until her face touched the page. Then, quietly, the book closed its covers around her and she was never seen again. She was the book’s ninth victim that month.
The large book coffee-table book contained representations of the strange four-dimensional photodrawings by the Explorationists. Malkowski’s famous ‘Ford Futuritica’ was there, the car which seemed to go in all directions at the same time, yet further study transformed the car into a horse or spaceship. Jeanne Dubuisson’s Eliptical Square was there, so too Mark Leonard’s Gateway To Heaven in the shape of a recycling bin.
Peering, Dorothy was drawn ever closer, until her face touched the page. Then, quietly, the book closed its covers around her and she was never seen again. She was the book’s ninth victim that month. How are you?
Good? Please just sit down and make yourself comfortable. You’re a little tense, I can feel it from here. Just let everything go, everything flow, flow from your body. Let it flow. Can you feel it? Can you feel it flowing through from your head, through your neck and shoulders, down through your body, down the inside of your legs and right into your feet and your toes? Can you feel the waves? They wash up, and they wash down, up, down, up, down. Relax. Now, I’d like you to tell me a story. A hundred words. This story borrows a familiar character from Four Old Geezers And A Valkyrie.
I’d watched my friend Fleece lose money all night. Exactly what had induced him to take on One-Eyed Jake in a head-to-head Laredo crap game I couldn’t imagine, but he was determined to see it through. In the nick of time, Fleece threw a double six. “Aha!” One-Eyed Jake eyed Fleece up, then threw a triple seven. “Ha!” Fleece stood up. “There were only two dice a minute ago!” Suddenly Jake was on his feet, too. “You calling me a cheat?” Fleece paused to study the gun pointing at his ample midriff. “No,” he replied, “I’d say you’re very good.” |
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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