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 →

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 →