By Brian Robinson. A Worm Hole. "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." "I've always been fascinated by holes; but I struggled to understand why?" "He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters." "When I was a child I would watch men working down them, … Continue reading The Hole
Tag: Flash Fiction
Friends
By Brian Robinson. Souk-Marrakesh-Morocco. Susie couldn't wait to see her friend Emma. Emma loves a good story, and boy did she have a story to tell. Five days earlier, Susie had returned from her holiday in Morocco. Her head was full of colours, spices and flavours. She had brought her holiday back with her. Morocco … Continue reading Friends
A Room With a View
By Brian Robinson. My husband has been dead for six months but I still haven't picked up the pieces. I haven't even started. Logic tells me I should be adjusting by now. Logic needs to have a conversation with the pit of my stomach. I have to get away; away from this house; away from … Continue reading A Room With a View
The Bird Feeder
By Brian Robinson. Our back garden is a haven for birds. We even have a few chickens. I sit at my window and watch them for hours on end pecking away at the feeders. I noticed that the sparrows seem to drop far more seeds than they eat. Now to me that seems strange. However, … Continue reading The Bird Feeder
Buried Alive
By Brian Robinson. The Premature Burial. By Antoine Wiertz. There are lots of reasons why people have been buried alive, but when you boil the reasons down, you end up with: by accident or design. There are bad people in this world. There's no getting away from that. And bad people are capable of the … Continue reading Buried Alive
The Interruption
By Brian Robinson. Poppy Harper awoke to find the sun streaming in through her bedroom window. Today was going to be a good day. She knew that instinctively. Then, out of the blue, a thought entered her head. It took a few seconds to register, but she soon realised this was the most profound thought … Continue reading The Interruption
The Vortex
By Brian Robinson. Standing on the clifftop overlooking the bay I felt transfixed but perfectly safe. What looked like some form of vortex was way out on the horizon. Besides, I wasn't chasing tornadoes. I was merely watching the sun go down on what had been a perfectly normal day. I knew I had to … Continue reading The Vortex
