Tuesday 24 May Forgive me, Diary, for I have not written for many weeks now. If you could have the good grace to grant me some absolution or whatever it is that you diary types are empowered to bestow, I would be much obliged forever in your debt less inclined to throw you in the…
Category: Flash Fiction
Perception
He sees scorched earth, blackened stumps, ashen remains; reminders of generations lost. She sees tender shoots emerging defiantly, whispering of resilience and renewal. Perception is all. Images Main image is Grey Box by km lambert. Blackened by bushfire or burnoff by Fairy Duff is marked with CC PDM 1.0. Eye is from the Pexels image…
The long and the short of it
Here are the wee stories I’ve written for the first five days of Writers Victoria’s Flash Fiction comp. Initially, my intention was to use it as an exercise to pull together some juicy sentences that I could expand on down the track. Then the working week started, reality hit and despite only needed to come…
Running late
She ran her hands down her thighs, trying to smooth the creases in her suit trousers. She’d have to go as she was; there was no time to change now. I’m gearing up for Writer’s Victoria Flash Fiction competition running for the month of April. If you like writing flash fiction, prompts will be released…
The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle
Saturday, 12 March Okay, it’s official. I am a ‘grumpy old woman’. Maybe not technically in years and all that but I embody her spirit with a degree of fervour that I didn’t realise was in me. Was at the sports store – desperately need a new pair of running shoes as I now have…
The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle
Tuesday, 22 February Today I had one of those weird-arse out-of-body experiences. One of those ones where you feel completely inside, yet completely outside of your body at the same time. I was both genesis of and unknowing witness to everything I did and said. Every sensation, every stimulation, was amplified, as though I was…
The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle
Wednesday, 16 February I wonder, sometimes, about what type of person I’d be if there was someone watching me all the time. A shadow that I could never escape from. Somebody who was there silently scrutinising my every move, my every action, my every inaction! Would I be a nicer person? Would I give money…
The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle
Tuesday, 8 Feb Went running today. The old guy that looks like a skinny Santa passed me as we were going up a hill. I guess it wasn’t really a hill hill, but it wasn’t flat either and he made it look like it was actually nothing at all. I don’t have runner’s legs. There…
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