But a small number who were paying the greatest attention had begun to notice subtle changes in the appearance and behaviour of their guest.
Then they realised he had stopped speaking and become a giant penguin.
Gordon Lawrie |
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The storytellers’ group sat in a circle, listening politely to the visiting speaker. He’d spoken for well over twenty minutes. Most of them were beginning to feel their eyes glaze over as he’d outlined his past history, then gone on to read some of his work. Some of the group were beginning to shuffle in their seats to relieve the discomfort in their behinds.
But a small number who were paying the greatest attention had begun to notice subtle changes in the appearance and behaviour of their guest. Then they realised he had stopped speaking and become a giant penguin. Comments are closed.
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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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