Untitled #163 – Flash Fiction

This is my first piece of flash fiction inspired by an image from my good friend Boxer Sweeney. Feel free to check out his site at https://boxersweeney.com/

The Ballad of Marky D

It had been a great day for Marky D. Every year the question came around in the Rugby 6 Nations. England or Ireland? Well last weekend had sorted that, England had tanked and the Irish were the only ones in any sort of position to claim the Grand Slam. As such he had done the …

Neilio Polishes a Stone

The old man lowered himself into the chair and gently leaned his stick against the table. Closing his eyes for a moment, the breeze nuzzled his neck taking the edge off the heat of the sun. His calves untwisted and sang their joy, it felt glorious to take the weight off his feet. He had …

It’s Too Damn Zen-y for Doctor Thompson

I'm getting used to living in the country. It's quiet here, sure; quaintly sleepy some would say, if we had a stream in the garden it would undoubtedly be babbling.  You get the picture. If you give yourself to it, it can embrace you with a real feeling of peace and harmony. It's a strange …