Monday, 17 October 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Freedom


“Fuck you. I thought you trusted me, saw me as an equal. I’m good enough to be in your bed, but not to do my job, is that it?”

A week has passed since he shouted those words at me before turning and stalking away. I was concerned then, now I’m worried sick.

As I leave the forest and climb higher I wonder how it all went so horribly wrong. If I’d kept my big mouth shut, if I hadn’t voiced my doubts, I might not be here today, hoping against hope to find signs of life where so far I’ve encountered none—I slap a hand to my neck—except for insects, determined to eat me alive that is.

I stop to take a break and catch my breath. I’ve been on the go for almost eight hours, since first light, and know it won’t be much longer before I’ll have to find shelter for the night. I already left it too late to turn around and go back. Maybe that’s what happened? It’s possible he went too far and just kept going. It’s also possible he had an accident and has long since died…horribly and alone.

I push the thought away and think back to that final meeting. Had I been too negative? This is a sensitive and prestigious project. If we get it wrong we’ll lose our funding. And no matter how bad that would be for us, it would be even worse for those in our care.

Too worried and restless to stay still for long I push forward again, climbing the mountain, over and around boulders, checking my compass occasionally to make sure I don’t veer off course.

I’m not being honest. Of course I’m worried about the future of our work; we’ve come so far and achieved so much, it would be a crying shame if it all went wrong now. But that’s not why I suggested he shouldn’t go. He is as qualified as any of us to take this task on. His chances of success are as good or as bad as mine or anybody else’s would have been. I wanted someone else to go because I didn’t want to be without him.

An hour later I come to a stop. The view in front of me is breathtaking. The expanse of almost barren rock, the soft clouds reflected in the lake far below. This is nature at its purest, but it’s not what has my heartbeat speeding up and understanding dawning on me. I carefully move closer, making sure not to startle either Jeff or the wolves approaching him.

He must have sensed my approach and turns his head, smiling before he holds up his hand, indicating I should stop.

It all makes sense now. He did successfully release the wolf couple we raised to adulthood. The reason he didn’t return has nothing to do with me, or our fight, never mind any incompetence on his part. He can’t leave until he’s sure they’ll settle in the wild rather than follow him back to where they can only survive in captivity.

From now on, he won’t be waiting alone.


528 words

This flash was a little bit harder to write than most but that’s my own fault. A shifter story would have been easier, but I sorta accepted a challenge to write something other than that. I hope you enjoyed what I came up with instead.

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Monday, 10 October 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Justice by All

Justice by All

“I don’t know about this.” Melissa averted her gaze from the idiotic looking creature standing in front of her to glance at Paul just in time to see the irritation sweep across his features before he smiled again.

“Will you give it up?” His tone of voice expressed all the impatience his expression no longer showed. “The decision has been made. It’s not up to us to question it. Nothing has changed, not really. You know that as well as I do.”

Knowing that she’d never win this argument didn’t stop Melissa from pushing her point. “It has turned the whole thing into a joke. Look at him.” She pointed at the bad imitation of a shark, cooling its feet in the water. “How is anybody supposed to take that seriously?”

“Who cares if people think it’s all a joke?” Paul sounded as if he was close to losing patience. Then again, he always gave the impression that he couldn’t stand Melissa, so who knew for sure? “Don’t make yourself look even more…” he hesitated. “…more silly than you usually do. It’s all about the ….”

“Counting down to the end of the commercial break.” The disembodied voice interrupted Paul before he could finish his sentence, but it wasn’t as if Melissa needed to hear the rest of it.”

“And we’re live.”

Here we go. I hate this part. Like the professional she was, Melissa plastered the obligatory bright smile on her face.

“Welcome back viewers,” Paul said. “We’ve reached decision time. But before you get to make your choice, let me recap the case for you.”

Melissa sighed as he paused for exactly three seconds as he always did. Surely he had to realise that after having done the same thing at least fifty times whatever dramatic effect his silence might have had in the past had long since been lost.

“The accused as he stands before us is obviously a shark. A high-end loan shark to be precise. As such he’s been responsible for at least three suicides, five violent beatings—two of which ended with the victim dying, and numerous cases of homelessness and despair. In a few more moments you, our democratic jury, will get to decide his fate. The choice, as always is between death and exile and, also as per usual, the sentence will be executed instantly. Please cast your vote sixty seconds from now.

Melissa knew the viewers would see a huge clock on their devises, counting down to zero. She imagined fingers hovering over the button of choice as she reflected on how she’d ended up here. When they’d recruited her they’d sold her on the idea of this show by stating that it would be true justice because the general public would get to decide the fate of those who endangered their society. And, as long as the setting had been a courthouse, she’d been able to make herself believe the spin. Now it had turned into a circus where those making the decision didn’t even see the accused’s face any more.

“Choose now!”

Melissa silently counted down from ten. The shark would either drop or disappear, depending on what the majority verdict was.

Three. Two. One….


536 words.

I wasn’t sure I’d come up with a flash this week but clearly having to get up at five o’clock in the morning worked wonders for my muse, because here we are. I hope you enjoyed it and I wasn’t too obscure.

As always more stories based on the same image can be found in the Monday Flash Fics group on Facebook. I’ve already read a few and they’re good!

Monday, 3 October 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Copy Cat

Copy Cat

“Oh, isn’t that cute?”

A tall and leggy blonde to Jonah’s left gushed loudly and he turned to study the image she was pointing at. It was kinda cute, he guessed, if you liked a messy pile of kittens and babies. Personally he wasn’t overly fond of the younger generations, feline or otherwise. He preferred the creatures he interacted with a bit more mature.

Not for the first time that evening he questioned the impulse that had led him here. He should have stayed away. It was bad enough that…. He shut his thoughts down. It was a bit late to start worrying about it now. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from walking away. So far nobody seemed to have noticed or said anything. If he went now he would avoid awkward questions for which he didn’t have good answers—in the short term at least.

“This image is remarkable.” It was the woman who’d spoken earlier, sounding more subdued this time.
“Yes, I see what you mean,” her friend said. “It’s almost eerie, isn’t it?”

He took an involuntary step in their direction before he realised what he was doing and stopped. Adrenaline coursed through his system and he was on edge, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. He looked at the picture the women were studying and stared at himself. He should have never taken that photo. He shouldn’t have left it where his younger brother had been able to find it. Now it hung in an exhibition of local photographers and while Jonah could certainly do with more clients, this was the one image he would never have picked to advertise himself.

“I mean, if it wasn’t impossible. If I didn’t know any better….”

“You’d say they were one and the same.” The blonde finished her friend’s sentence. “I know. I feel the same.”

The women turned and stared at each other before bursting out laughing. “Maybe we should read something besides shifter stories for a while.” The words came out chocked as the woman tried to catch her breath.

Jonah sighed in relief and turned towards the exit. Maybe coming here hadn’t been a bad idea after all. He’d just been given the reassurance he hadn’t realised he needed. He heard rather than saw the two women turn towards the next image as one of them spoke again. “Still, that photographer has remarkable skill to produce an image like that. I’ll put his name on our list.”

He smiled—some might say like the cat that got the cream— as he walked out the door of the gallery into the dark night. He felt the change and knew exactly what anybody who’d look him in the face would see: eyes shining bright from slit pupils. He purred softly before walking home.


467 words

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Monday, 19 September 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Lucky


A door slammed somewhere in the distance. Tariq didn’t even flinch. He was used to all the noises by now.

He’d lost track of time. He’d no idea how long he’d been in this room. It wasn’t a cell. At least, there weren’t any bars on the small window, and the door was made of wood rather than steel. And yet, even though he knew he could walk out whenever he wanted, he might as well be incarcerated. What good was freedom if you’d lost all you had to live for?

At first he’d been too confused to do much except sit quietly and cry. He didn’t understand why he found himself here. This was not the way things were supposed to be. He’d known he was about to venture into an uncertain future when he signed up for the scheme, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Having no idea exactly where he was was the least of his problems. The unanswered questions killed him. Not knowing what would happen next…or when. Not knowing what he was supposed to do now. And most of all, not knowing what had happened to….

Tariq stopped himself from pursuing that particular line of thought. Nothing would be gained from indulging himself in those unanswerable questions. It had taken him some time to come to the conclusion. At first he’d allowed himself to spend all his time wondering, longing, fearing and yearning. He’d cried more tears than he cared to remember until at last he realised that madness was the only thing awaiting him along that path. Nobody could answer his questions so he’d stopped asking them.

Another door slammed and footsteps approached along the corridor outside his room. He wondered what it would be this time? Would they urge him to move on again? Ask him what he wanted to do next? When would they take his word for it when he told them he just didn’t care?

The footsteps stopped right outside his door and Tariq held his breath. He was so tired of all of this. If only they would leave him alone.

The door opened and in walked….

Tariq closed his eyes and opened them again. The vision in front of him was still the same. Could it be? Memories assaulted him. Paying all the money they owned to the man with the cruel smile. Boarding the boat which had been too small for the number of refugees. The sudden storm. Seeing Ayman fall overboard just before a large vessel had intercepted their smaller one. He’d been in shock; had allowed himself to be moved from the flimsy boat to the larger ship and subsequently to this room.

“There you are.” The voice confirmed what his eyes had refused to believe.

“Ayman.” His voice was choked and raw after days of being silent. “You’re here. You’re alive.”

Tariq watched as the man he loved more than life itself crossed the room and lowered himself to the mattress on the floor before opening his arms. “Come here.”

He crawled into Ayman’s arms, resting his head against his boyfriend’s chest. For a moment he wondered why they’d given Ayman a shirt when they’d left him with just his shorts and then he decided it didn’t matter.

“I thought you’d….” His voice broke. “When I saw you go overboard….”

“Sshh,” Ayman whispered. “You should have known. Don’t I always live up to my name?”

For the first time since they’d fled their home Tariq laughed. “Yes, you’re right. Ayman indeed. You always were a lucky bastard.”


596 words

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Monday, 12 September 2016

Monday Flash Fics - Sonny



Trevor cursed under his breath and counted his herd for the third time in five minutes. For third time he counted only twelve of them.


He’d only owned the animals for a few weeks and already he’d managed to lose one? 

Giving up on checking the numbers, he studied the individual animals, trying to determine which one was missing.

Sonny. Of course it was Sonny. After all, had the man who’d sold him the herd not warned him about that particular animal? Two weeks after the deal had been done, he could still hear the seller’s words clearly in his head.

“Don’t allow those large brown eyes and the way he appears to enjoy being petted fool you. That’s one devious bull. The others are fine and docile but I swear, if I didn’t know any better I’d say this one is possessed by some dark force.”

Trevor had laughed at the words, thinking them a joke, until he’d noticed the man was deadly serious.

And now the creature had disappeared. How that could have happened remained a mystery. Trevor had circled the whole enclosure and the fence was intact. Since bison weren’t known for their climbing skills, he’d no idea how Sonny could have gotten away.

The man had also said there shouldn’t be any problems provided the animals were kept well away from psychoactive substances. Despite the fact that Trevor had no idea why anybody would want to feed those to animals, or even why the idea would occur to a person, he’d put up the signs the man had given him when he delivered the animals. Suddenly he wished he’d asked what those drugs might do.

For the second time on his rounds he reached the storage stable, which he already knew to be empty of bison. He might as well give up. Wherever the cursed creature was, he clearly didn’t want to be found. He turned towards the entrance gate to the enclosure, ready to leave, when he heard a rustling sound from inside the ramshackle building.

What the fuck?

He’d checked the stable; he knew there was no bison hiding in there.

Another soft sound, suspiciously resembling laughter, reached his ear. With his heart beating a fast and loud rhythm in his chest, Trevor entered the stable, stopping on the threshold to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“You clearly weren’t thinking.”

The deep voice appeared to come out of nowhere. Trevor peered into the darkness, trying to figure out who it belonged to while simultaneously trying to decide whether he should stay or flee.

“When he told you no psychoactive substances he meant all mind altering drugs. Did you have a look at the mushrooms in this field?”

Trevor felt as if his mind had short-circuited as a tall, broad shouldered, and naked man appeared from the shadows. He took in the long, flowing brown hair, nearly drowned in the huge deep brown eyes, and sighed. He didn’t understand any of it and couldn’t quite believe his conclusion either, but he knew who he was looking at.



520 words

It’s good to be back to writing flash fics. I hope you enjoyed this one. More stories based on the same image can be found in the Monday Flash Fics Group on Facebook. Check them out and enjoy!

Monday, 29 August 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Surprise


When he opens the door to my room I’m determined to resist him this time. I can’t go on like this. It’s too much, too confusing. I feel as if I’m losing my mind, losing myself. I already lost my connection with the rest of the world weeks—or is it months?—ago.

“Hey babe, I’ve got a surprise for you?” His voice is soft and gentle and for a moment I dare to hope that this time….

“Close your eyes and keep them closed.”

Knowing better than to resist, I do as he asks. When he takes my hand and pulls me along, I follow. I’ve walked this route so often; not being able to see doesn’t make a difference anymore. If he let go of me I’d still find my way without walking into walls or furniture.

 I don’t count anymore, but I know the numbers. Four steps from where I stood to the door. I lift my feet so I don’t stumble across the threshold and am already turning left when I feel him pulling me that way. From now on I’m not entirely sure. It will either be five steps to the kitchen, seven to the living room or ten to…But I don’t want to think about that. He won’t take me there, why would he? I’ve done nothing wrong.

As always my heartbeat grows erratic when I take my sixth step. I hate not knowing what he has in store for me. He knows that, and thrives of it. It makes him laugh whenever he sees my anxiety.

Step seven and then we turn. I swallow the relieved sigh before it can escape.

“Now look what I made for you.” He sounds excited.

I open my eyes. A fucking blanket fort. I nearly say the words out loud. “That’s great”, I say instead. I turn my head to face him while hoping the forced smile on my face will convince him.  

“Get in. Sit down.”

He pushes me towards his construction and I silently admit to myself that he’s done an amazing job. His fort looks like one of those tents nomads in the desert live in. The fairy lights are a nice touch. He’s trying to be nice and romantic.

As soon as we sit down, he presses his lips against mine and claims me…again. I wrap my arm around his waist, where I know he likes and expects to feel it.

He pulls back, leaving his hand on my cheek and softly stroking my face and neck. “See babe, I take care of you. Aren’t you happy to be here? Aren’t you grateful for everything I do for you?” His voice still sounds gentle, but I catch the edge, I hear everything he doesn’t say, I know what will happen if I don’t appreciate his efforts enough.

I stay quiet for too long and his grip on my cheek grows tighter, his fingers pushing hard into the side of my neck.

“You’re mine.” His voice is harsh.

He’s right, I’m his.

I couldn’t have known that accepting his offer of a nightcap would mean the end of my freedom. Weeks—or has it been months?—ago he brought me to his home. I haven’t left it since. No matter how pretty he tries to make it, this place is my prison, and he’s my jailor.


562 words. And before anybody asks; yes I do have plans to do more with this particular flash. J

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Monday, 22 August 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Bait


I stare down the street, studying people walking by while trying very hard not to pay attention to the arm around my neck pulling me closer to the man behind me who’s wearing even less clothes than I am. It is our fourth night here, and the proximity isn’t getting any easier.

“You’re tense. What’s wrong?” Cal whispers the question into my ear, cigarette smoke travelling up my nose as he exhales.

“Nothing,” I lie. “I’m just fed up standing here like a fool, waiting for something that may never happen.”

“It already happened,” Cal replies. “That’s the reason we’re here.”

He’s right of course. If it hadn’t been for the violent attack on a group of gay friends five days ago, we would probably have been sitting behind our desks, typing up reports, or responding to calls about domestic disturbances or missing people. But a young man died on the way to hospital that night, and as a result Cal and I are undercover, hoping to lure the culprits out, provoke them into another attack.

A sudden hush falls over the street. Music still blares from the various bars but where up to a moment ago people had been talking, calling out and even singing, everybody has fallen silent now and they are hurriedly making their way indoors. The tightening of Cal’s arm is the only indication he’s noticed the change too.

“Told you all faggots are cowards.” The triumphant voice is loud enough to be heard over the blaring music.

“Game’s on.” Cal’s voice sends shivers down my spine and the feeling has nothing to do with the impending danger. In fact, I welcome whatever shit storm is about to erupt around us. Admiring my partner from a relatively safe distance has been hard enough. The past four nights of pretending to be the couple I’d love us to be, has stretched my restraint and nerves to their limits.

The men have spotted us and as they turn and take their first steps in our direction, my attraction to Cal is suddenly the furthest thing from my mind. Shit’s about to get real.

And then they’re upon us, surrounding us, their grinning faces sinister in the red neon light. I see glimpses of knives and knuckle dusters. Suddenly our disguise leaves me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Where’s a stab vest when you need one?

Cal releases me and turns until we stand back to back, facing the six man surrounding us.

“Remember, the first punch is mine,” the largest of our attackers says. “We’ll show these abominations what real men are made of.” He raises his fist and hits out, but I’m ready and catch his hand with mine before it can connect with my face and push back. When he falls and lands on his back it only enrages his mates more. They come at us from all sides. I deflect as many hits as I can, but there are too many of them, not enough of us. Cal curses behind me and not turning around to check on him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

“Freeze!” The loud shout has the desired effect as the four men still standing take a moment to check their surroundings, recognise our uniformed colleagues, and look for a way to escape.

Minutes later it’s all over. The men have been handcuffed and are being led away.

“You two okay?” Our sergeant studies us as he asks the question.

I nod and turn in time to see Cal do the same.

“Good,” our superior says. “You two are off duty for the next five days. Good work.” He turns and walks away.

“I’ll see you.” I say, almost sorry the case has been closed and there’s no need for us to pretend to be a couple anymore.

“Not so fast.” Cal’s arm is back around me, except now we’re face to very close face. My heart stutters when he presses his lips against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that for the past two years,” he says. “Never realised you felt the same until I noticed your boner every time I pulled you close.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Your place or mine?”


699 words

It’s been a while, but at last I managed to write another flash. Sure, it’s two-hundred words longer than it should be, but at least I’ve writing something. The picture was chosen by Brigham Vaughn, and as always, other stories based on the same image can be found in the Monday Flash Fics Group on Facebook.