By Brian Robinson. Plugged "Why won't mummy wake up dad?" "I'm afraid she's been in a bad accident son." "Is she going to be okay? She looks all right." "She might look all right on the outside, but I'm afraid she's not all right on the inside. Her brain's been damaged and it's not working … Continue reading The Misunderstanding
Tag: Flash Fiction
The Consultation
By Brian Robinson. "Come in Mrs Adams. Please, take a seat. Can I call you Susan? Mrs Adams sounds so formal." "I'd rather you didn't." "I understand. That's not a problem. Okay, so I know roughly why you've asked for therapy. You've already spoken a bit about that. This first session will concentrate on assessment. … Continue reading The Consultation
The Call Centre
By Brian Robinson. "Hello, Blue Zone Transfers, my name is Susan, how can I help? The caller sobs uncontrollably. "You're obviously quite upset. Why don't you take a minute. There's no hurry." As the sobbing subsides, the caller is finally able to speak. "I've just found out that I'm going to die. Please help me. … Continue reading The Call Centre
Curtains
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. The curtains open. "Shit! I can't remember if I've shut the bedroom door. "I bet you haven't. How many times have I told you to check the blessed latch? The dog will kill the cat if she gets out. He's a greyhound, that's how they're wired, that's what … Continue reading Curtains
The Private Sale
By Brian Robinson. The test drive. As a rule, I never go to a main dealer when I want to buy a car. I prefer to search for them privately, not only to get a better deal, but to know the history; the service history; the personal history. But the trade ad in the paper … Continue reading The Private Sale
The Hole
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
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. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to sit at my window and watch them pecking away at the feeders. Some days I do this for hours on end. I noticed that the sparrows seem to drop far more … 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 doing … Continue reading Buried Alive
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