A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. “Yes, but what should I tell her?” “Right, this won’t fail to get her attention. Tell her I muttered something about ‘the money’. Say ‘you know where it is’. Tell her I said ‘it’s buried in Peter's grave’". “That’s it?” “That’s it. That's enough. If … Continue reading My Worst Nightmare (Part 2)
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. Dr Ellis's waiting room. "You know why we're here Dr Ellis." "Yes, it's about the disappearance of my patient Mr Pool." "He had an appointment with you on Monday of this week and he hasn't been seen since. We believe you were the last person he had contact … Continue reading A Step Too Far: A Step Too Soon?
By Brian Robinson. The old system. The scene: a high level meeting at Google headquarters "Sir, we have a problem...a real big problem." "Okay, hit me with it. But don't get too hi-tech. And remember, yours is a tiny part of our operation, so I know very little about it." "Well, my team and I … Continue reading The Quantum Error
By Brian Robinson. Cracks never come out of nowhere: there is always a reason. "We have to do something about these cracks. They're everywhere, creeping up in the corners of the rooms; hiding behind the wardrobes; cracking the concrete under our feet. This house is falling apart." "What do you suggest dear?" "I suppose it … Continue reading Cracks
By Brian Robinson. In the early hours of a winter's morning, a most horrendous crash is heard. Two people sit bolt upright in bed. "Oh my God! What on earth was that?" "It sounds like a car crashing into our house. But it came from the back so it can't be. You wait here. I'll … Continue reading Frozen
By Brian Robinson. A whisper: innocent enough. "Have you heard the latest, they've found the body of that poor missing boy? "Oh my God no! Do they know what happened?" "Well...murdered obviously. They're not sure if there was a sexual motive yet." "Have you heard, the murdered boy, the attack was sexual. There's a paedophile … Continue reading Chinese Whispers
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. This may sound like a confession but it’s not. I have a child that lives with me, but nobody knows about her. This may sound like a form of abuse, but it really isn't. She lives down three flights of stairs deep in our underground cellar. … Continue reading My Child