It would have been an overstatement to call it a front door. It certainly wasn’t the entrance to a home. A piece of plywood nailed on two-by-four and hung on some hinges that creaked the few times they opened all the way, with a clasp bolted on at the side …Read More »
The scent of paprika drifted to her seat at the table across the restaurant, mingled in with a peppery lemon flavor that reminded her of Indian meals she’d finished with John, when he’d pushed the last scrap of naan around the thick sauce in the balti dish and offered it …Read More »
» Not Waving Goodbye, Saying Hello by Martin Bell Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
They found the baby in the alleyway, next to the back door of Charlie’s. Everyone knows that the only time that door’s opened is when there’s a raid, or a fight, or both. So when the nurse – oh God, she had such tired eyes – so when she spoke …Read More »
Nothing. Darkness. Cold darkness. Content continues after advertisement From the nothingness light congeals like a snake around a speck above my eyes, a foam of light, almost smoke. Then it rushes towards me, carrying brightness and electric pain. Light is everywhere, is everything, taking me as blind as before. It …Read More »
You smell good, she had said. Content continues after advertisement Mmm, she had said as she had nibbled his ear, and rubbed her hand over his chest and down his arm. He’d said nothing. I like the warmth of cuddling you in bed, she had said. I wanna hold you …Read More »
He’d never bothered to learn her name, knew it was supposed to be easier that way but, of course, it wasn’t. Not that it was meant to be a hard job anyway. Get in, wave the armor about, scare her into giving over what she didn’t really have; then out, …Read More »