Micro-fiction piece published by The Story Seed in response to Cristina Mittermeier’s image.
Jeremy said we’d never do it. Not in those bikinis, in the cold, Welsh sea.
“You wouldn’t last two seconds,” he’d said.
Carla had her hands on his surfboard before he even finished speaking…
Published in Kamena Magazine, Vol. 1, Issue 1, and Popshot Magazine, Issue 25 – The Fantasy Issue
Dale comes swinging in through the double doors in a cloud of smoke and I tell you,
I’ve had long-burnt chips in the oven that’ve smelled better than that. So I ask him,
“Dale, how’d it go in there?” and he says,
Originally published in Kamena Magazine
He’s back again. The scrawny one whose hands shake when he speaks, even when he tries to hold
them tight in those white-knuckled fists of trepidation. He starts up the steps towards me, reaching
out with one hand as he says,
“Father,” but he’s come at the wrong time today.
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