Silenced Surround Sounds

They didn’t smell the pungent regurgitated mashed food that battled against clouds of floral perfumes and spicy aftershaves.

They didn’t hear the loudspeaker promoting the latest motivational activity or the surrounding shouts accompanied by scraping chairs and falling cutlery.

All they saw was … Continue reading “Silenced Surround Sounds”

I’m Sorry

‘I’m so sorry,’ Bob whimpered, as tears trickled down his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I always gave you the smallest serve of the meals. I’m sorry I gave you hottest beer first. I’m sorry I put the chilli in your toothpaste, on the toilet seat, and on the rim of your beer glass. Sorry, I diluted your rum with tea when I pinched your stash. Continue reading “I’m Sorry”

Gas-Station Story

The window stopped being see-thru

 when she closed her doors and her aching bones became the doorstop.

The battered ballerina wept with stolen soulful blinded eyes,

stuck in a faceless insanity spin

she searched for salvation

 off this merry-go-round’s masquerade of madness. Continue reading “Gas-Station Story”

Guilty

Red-rimmed eyes darted at each new arrival. She licked down-turned lips, her chin quivered and skin splotchy. Shoulders stooped from her white knuckled arm grip as she sunk in stature to stare at her shoes.

Was she sad? Scared? Or wearing her own brand of guilt? Continue reading “Guilty”

Delusional

“Yes, we can do so much in here. I so looove the industrial look of bare brick and metal accentuating those bars. So raw. So real. Yes, I’ll turn this place into an upmarket inner-city paradise that’ll win awards. You’ll see.” Continue reading “Delusional”

The drink - Flash fiction piece by Mel A ROWE

The Drink

“So, what’ll you have,” he asked the young lady as they faced the setting sun.

“Um, well… I’ll have… um…” She teethed her bottom lip, blinking at the orange and red skyline.

“It’s just a drink.” Shoving hands into his pockets, he scanned the mingling crowd.

“Um… Wine. No, wait–Beer. Do you drink beer? Maybe I should have water? Yes, all this fresh air’s dehydrating. You? Um…. No, wait, cocktail? Is that too much? Or a non-alcoholic cocktail? That’ll be a juice, right? No, wait–“

His eyes rolled as he suppressed an inner groan.“It’s just one drink.”

“This is fun?”

He raised his eyebrow at her.

“Soooo romantic. Perfect place for our wedding, don’t you think?”

He gagged, tugging at his t-shirt’s collar as his face reddened.

“You alright? Want me to get you a drink?”

“I’ll fetch my own, thanks.” He turned and ran to edge and took a flying leap.

“MAN OVERBOARD,” came the cry.

The skipper at the helm shook his head and wheeled his yacht around and headed for the man swimming for shore. “That’s it – No more Single’s Nights on this boat. Poor blokes can’t handle the pressure.”

(200 words)

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