A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. My wife insisted I get a Dream Catcher, bless her, she just wants to help. That's when the nightmare started. I had been having some very bad dreams of late. They always involve running, trying to escape from something terrifying. God knows where these nightmares come from? … Continue reading My Worst Nightmare
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My Child
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. This may sound like a confession but it’s not. I have a child living with me that nobody knows about. 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. This may … Continue reading My Child
The Tax Adviser
By Brian Robinson. My accountant died very recently. Actually, he didn’t just die: he was murdered. Fourteen stab wounds in a vicious and frenzied attack. He made a serious miscalculation somewhere along the line? I’ve always been fascinated by numbers. They have a deeper meaning for me. Two plus two hardly ever makes … Continue reading The Tax Adviser
The Misunderstanding
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
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
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
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