Copyright – Beth Carter

“We’ve built a car!” they had sung.  It must have been years, but the time we passed together made them fly.  We flew together.  Everywhere we went people would look, stare, laugh.  But we never minded, we had each other and we were happy.

I used to flatter myself that I wasn’t just an object to them.  I was loved. I held memories in my possession, beautiful instances in life that I clutched within me, not letting them flash by.  And they loved me for it.

Or so I thought.  But now here I am, forgotten, betrayed, ridiculed and disillusioned.

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Vlad’s Love II

For years Vlad had studied her full lips and watched her figure swaying alluring, teasing, arousing him.  But she never saw him there, faithfully pining away, withering, starved of love.  He would have borne it if she remained alone, her heart unattached, untaken. But she hadn’t.  She fell for the other man. Continue reading


How do you hide a secret? How do you stop your body from betraying what your mind knows? When your husband asks you directly if you’re having an affair, how do you stop your eyes from batting that one flicker too many? How do you halt your blood from rushing to your face; keep your breath from catching in your throat, making you choke? How do you negate his accusations with a steady voice; with a flowing stream of words following each other comprehensibly, sensibly, logically? Continue reading

The Grass on the Other Side

Untamed Wilderness

Copyright-Janet Webb


For years the adjoining gardens were the neighbourhood’s jewels.  For just as long, green rivalry consumed the two neighbours.

Until one morning Seamus did not mow his lawn.

It was with guilty pleasure that Fred first hesitated from enquiring after Seamus.  The trimmed hedges beyond the fence overgrew into shapelessness.  Then it was embarrassment that stopped Fred.  Months turned the adjoining garden into an untamed wilderness.  Fred’s was the only jewel in the street.  However, compliments were hollow as with time Fred realised that he missed his old rival. But by then, it was too late, Seamus was long gone. Continue reading


His eyes followed her wrinkles, as deep as the Grand Canyon, recalling the birth of each one.  Her milky eyes smiled at him for the millionth time and his heart leapt, yet again.

This is for Trifextra; a 33 word story using a hyperbole.  It was quite difficult! I scrapped about five thousand ideas and shot out curses that shuddered the walls before this came to be.  Hope you like it.


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18/02/2013: Thank you Trifecta, this means a lot!

Mine Father

Reaching out

copyright-David Stewart

Father was a man to lean on; organised and self-assured he would always be there, wearing his horn-rimmed glasses, standing straight.

So it was a pity when the President spotted him while visiting the Foreign Ministry.  After that, father‘s horn-rimmed glasses became a permanent fixture in every newspaper, standing behind the President.

It became a joke though, whispered amid mouthfuls of sake.  And when the President’s death followed father’s, the joke was made permanent.  There is the president now, in the square reaching out for father.  But father’s bespectacled statue is in my garden, standing straight only for me. Continue reading

One Less than a Perfect Square

“GET UP!” the man that was her husband bellowed.

But Joshua did not seem to hear fixated as he was on the Rubik cube, three sides by three.  The white side was facing up.  A complete cross had already taken shape.  His fingers worked frantically fast, his eyes closed, his mind completely absorbed.

“Get up!” his father shouted again and with each hollered cruelty, with each shouted instruction, Rose’s heart shivered. Continue reading