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
Tag: Flash Fiction
Cracks
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
Frozen
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
Chinese Whispers
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
My Child
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
The Tax Adviser
By Brian Robinson. The tax adviser My accountant died just recently. Actually, he didn’t just die: he was murdered. Fourteen stab wounds in a vicious and frenzied attack. He must have made a miscalculation somewhere along the line? I’ve always been fascinated by numbers. They have a deeper meaning for me. Two plus … Continue reading The Tax Adviser
Newton’s Secret Code
By Brian Robinson. Zeros and ones: is that what we are? The dining hall at Cambridge University “Whose turn is it to buy coffee, yours or mine?” “Mine I think.” “Right, well you’d better make yours a large double espresso. You’re going to need it. Can we find a spot in a corner? … Continue reading Newton’s Secret Code
