Flash Fiction No. 19

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And All Around Me Is Burning

I felt the flicker in my fingers when I was stroking the cat. It always starts like that.

A flicker.

And then the burning comes like you’ve put your hand into molten candle wax. Then your skin goes numb. You can’t feel the burning any more.

It’s almost pleasant.

When I was younger, they used to think I did it on purpose. They thought I had issues. That’s what everyone always thinks when you’re not like everybody else.

It could never be something a little bit different. It could never be a special power. It could never be magic.

Magic doesn’t exist.

So This Was Christmas…

And what have I done?

Nothing illegal, if that’s what you’re asking. But I have had some rather lovely events transpire despite the wrinkles that my lovely brother, Master Berserker, has thrown into the mix. I guess you could say that it has, indeed, been a better Christmas than usual in our household. It’s certainly been cheerier at any rate.

And this was our house on the day in question:

Die Hard 2.1: Heathrow

Stuck in Heathrow? Planes not moving? Unable to go on your Christmas holidays and escape the dreadful weather that’s keeping you here in the UK?

Well… it’s not the weather’s fault.

That’s right. John McClane is at it again…

He’s at Heathrow airport saving everyone from terrorists while authorities pretend that we’re actually all just stuck under the weather.

Flash Fiction No. 18

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Waking Up

Reddened eyes opened with the intensity of a subdued fever. The stench churned her stomach.

She couldn’t remember what had happened.

Cold settled on the back of her hand as something warm and soft snuggled against her, hot air curling into the back of her neck. Her lashes fluttered.

It was snowing.

She tried to remember where she was, how she’d gotten there and why she ached. The dog bite resurfaced in her mind with a strange hazy intensity. She looked at her hand where it lay across the paved floor. The bite had healed with only a dark purple mark under her skin. How could it have healed that quickly?

A Poem Of Sorts

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Today, I give you a poem that I wrote a few weeks back. It’s sort of a poem crossed with song lyrics, I guess.

I’ll be writing a new piece of flash fiction soon too – as promised. My time for writing is just fizzling away with the approach to Christmas. And I know I keep making that excuse but it really is true.

Bring On The Holidays!

It is the end of school term next week. Anybody who has kids may groan at reading that. I won’t because, being a lollipop lady, it means some nice time off and no early mornings for a couple of weeks. I do still, however, have to finish off my second job, which was only a temporary thing anyway. So on Christmas Eve, next week, I will be doing my last shift at mail order central. I may even see about going in an hour early on the two days I have after school ends.

This also means more time for writing and blogging and doing all of those things that I have been neglecting over the past month. I’m sure you’re so very relieved to hear that I will be back to annoy you with my crazy words.

Smack!

And it hits me… I need to get some writing done. I know, I know… For an aspiring author, I should be writing all the time. Unfortunately, life just isn’t that kind. I’ve been trying to do too many things at once as per usual and my room is such a mess that I’m having trouble finding all my notes.

Even I can’t keep an entire unwritten plot in my head!

On top of everything else, there’s the lovely fact that it’s Christmas in [look up at the countdown above!] so I’ve been sorting that out. In fact, my dad, Blindy McBlindBlind, is supposed to be getting our decorations out of the loft right now. He’s not, of course. He’s probably going to sleep on the sofa right now, but I will go and rouse him in a minute.

Atchoo! Atchoo! Atchoo!

That’s what I was doing in the middle of the night, just like Santa when he gets stuck down one of the Weight Watchers chimneys. Speaking of weight, I have lost some. I say ‘some’ but it’s over a stone.

I’m quite proud of myself even though I didn’t set out to do it. It seems that there are other advantages to being a lollipop lady other than the gratitude. Of course, the disadvantage is that it is still snowy here. I wouldn’t mind so much but I have to trudge through it to get to work and that is surprisingly hard going after you’ve walked so far. It is, however, probably part of why I’m so much thinner.

Ka-ching!

Flash Fiction No. 17

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A&E

She closed the side bay door behind her and edged across the corridor, avoiding patients like the plague, her jumper barely covering the standard nightgown. She wobbled, almost stumbling into the festive tree nearby.

It felt as if somebody had loosened the tap on her blood supply as her pulse began to rush in a vicious eddy beneath her flesh. A feverish ache tore across her brow, spinning her with dizziness. She’d never had such a violent headache.

Her fingers wound around the handle of the nearest door. The wood swung open and then slotted smoothly back into its frame. She pressed her side up against the door to keep it tight, her vision clouded with a sickly fog.

What was happening to her? It didn’t make sense. She hadn’t felt ill before. They’d only brought her to the hospital for shock…

Snowdom

Total. And utter. Boredom.

That’s what this snow is bringing me. I am now pretty much stuck in the house. The people in my house are getting quite tetchy. We’re all very tense. Arguments keep breaking out.

It’s like being stuck in a disaster movie or The Day After Tomorrow. I didn’t like that movie too much when they started burning all the books. I’m sorry, but I’d rather freeze to death than burn some brilliant works like that.

Am I the only one who thinks that?