All the back pages covered the news of Darius Deaddog Dunn’s humiliation at the hands of his mother. He had been ten rounds into the biggest fight of his life when his mother had thrown the towel in for him. Not any towel either, the woman had thrown a tea towel onto the canvas. This effectively stopping the title fight. Darius and his team had a plan. Having watched Rowe’s past fights the man could only last ten rounds. He tired so much after the tenth round, he was dead on the canvas. A couple of punches after that and he would be down. The tough part was withstanding the first ten rounds at his hands. Darius and his team had put a plan together, where he would withstand this. The plan had all been going well until his mother threw her tea towel onto the canvas.
Mary stood in the bedroom and put her hand into the warm, silk pocket of her husband's trousers. Some suit trousers were rough and coarse. Mary ensured, that Jonathan only ever bought the best trousers. Nothing in the right pocket. In the left pocket, Mary found a piece of crumpled paper. The paper caught her hand as she pushed her fingers into the corner of the pocket. Smoothing the paper out, she saw it was a receipt for yesterday, from a local hotel. Mary felt her stomach churn and her heart beat out of her chest. Jonathan had not mentioned that he had been to a hotel the previous day. Mary felt her face flush, as the realisation hit her. Jonathan had lied to her. Mary took the trousers and the offending receipt with her, downstairs. She made her way into the study. Finding Jonathan's laptop on his desk she sat down on the leather chair. Feeling the cold from the leather through her thin trousers, she logged his laptop on.
The paper had mounted up around the wastepaper basket, over the hours. Michelle tore yet another sheet of her pad and crumpled it up into the smallest of balls. She pressed the paper between her fist until her knuckles went white and the paper cut into her skin.
I have never won anything. When my employer ran a raffle to give away a cruise, imagine my surprise when my raffle ticket won. That tiny piece of paper has changed my life completely. One day waiting tables, now in this beautiful room, on this amazing ship. My friends are all jealous, their employers give them nothing. Mr Bailey could have sold the ticket but, he is always trying to improve the lives of his employees. Mr Bailey and I have always got on well. He liked the fact I was a reader, the same as him. Our mutual love of Charles Dickens had seen us chatting on many occasions.
Max stared at the bonfire. The orange and reds danced in front of her eyes. The general rumble of voices could be heard all around her. The famous Biddenden Blaze was in full swing. Children laughed, stall holders shouted. Max stood alone with her thoughts staring into the fire. Five years ago, to the day, … Continue reading Biddenden Blaze – Flash Fiction
The four siblings crowded into the small office of their father’s attorney. None of them looked at each other, each despised the other one. They had collected to see which of the four of them would inherit from their dead millionaire father. Jacob Knotts, their father’s oldest friend and attorney shuffled into the office. Seeing … Continue reading The Last Will & Testament of Marcus Thomas – Short Story
The first settlers on earth were attracted by the clear air. The second thing they noticed was the lush green landscape. Animals were thriving on the planet. History books had spoken of a grey land full of buildings, the air so polluted you couldn’t breathe. Without man, the buildings had started to crumble and the … Continue reading First Earth Settlers – Flash Fiction