Mavis stared unblinking at the television while the newsreader reported on the latest antics of politicians, protestors, the Police, Putin and nuclear war. The grim news of the latest price hikes on fuel and food presented with as much passion as reading a supermarket checkout receipt. Understaffed hospitals, a shortage of teachers, and babies dying... Continue Reading →
Friday Flash Fiction: Broken
Writing Forums Friday Flash Fiction: This week's prompt was 'Broken'’ Max Words: 300 If it Ain't Broke Mavis lived by the wise old proverb: ‘if it ain’t broke don’t try and fix it’ ... or should we?Today her nine-year-old grandson came home from school and announced he could use any gender pronoun he chose, rather... Continue Reading →
Friday Flash Fiction: Mavis and Gouache
This week's prompt of Gouache proved a tough one! I know nothing about Gouache so ... Mavis decided she needed a hobby; or rather her daughter, Julie, decided she did and persuaded her to enrol in either the painting or Yoga classes held at her local village hall. “Mum, it will be relaxing,” her daughter... Continue Reading →
Friday Flash Fiction: Getting Old
I am sure many of us can relate to this! When Madge was little her Grandma frequently joked, “make the most of your youth, love. ‘Old age don’t come alone'.” The words puzzled Madge and she wondered who arrived with old age, but Grandma said one day she’d understand.She used to study her Grandma in... Continue Reading →
WF’s Friday Flash Fiction: Workshy
PROMPT: Wasted Works Words: 300 Jamie greeted his mum on return home from university with a hug, a kiss on each cheek, and a huge sack of dirty washing. Mavis smiled benevolently at her only son. She didn’t mind. She’d bragged to everyone Jamie got a ‘First’ at Cambridge. Although what it meant and how a... Continue Reading →