Today I had a eureka moment in my day job. For those that don’t know me, I am Deputy Head of a small independent school. We specialise in young people who can’t access mainstream school. They have a mix of learning needs and behaviour that challenges. Yes, it’s challenging and yes I love it. These … Continue reading I Might Actually Be Good At This
He sat there crouching down in the wet grass, waiting for his dad to say go. A bead of sweat ran down his back. He followed it in his mind as it made its way between his shoulder blades and down the small of his back. He tried to move his knees to regain some feeling in them. He felt the damp grass soaking through. Everything over the last 21 years had led to this one moment. His dad had assured him that this New Year he would start with a new regime. This year, his resolution was to become a better man and follow in his father’s footsteps.
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.
Meg came to, in the pitch black. She couldn’t remember where she was. Feeling around she felt the cold, damp concrete floor under her fingers. That was when she first realised that she was naked. She shivered as the cold and damp from the floor seeped into her bones. She started to shake, a mixture of cold and fear put her body into spasm. She sat up, the pain in her back was unbearable as the feeling started to return. Hugging herself she tried to calm her breathing, to stop this uncontrollable shaking. She ran her fingers through her hair. Her fingers caught in the sticky mess at the base of her skull. As her fingers touched her head, a shock of electricity went through her brain, almost making her pass out. The pain eased as she massaged her eyes and took a deep breath. Again she tried to feel her head, feeling the wound that was open and seeping.
Ryan visits every week for his weekly tattoo. What is the tattoo for? Why does Ryan add to it weekly? Sam’s Diary Once a week Ryan comes in for more work on his tattoo. To say I look forward to seeing him is an understatement. I have worked at Inks for four years. After completing … Continue reading Marked for Life – Flash Fiction
Forty-nine cards, not 52. Claire sat at the dining table looking at the pack of cards. She spread them out over the table, arranging them in suits. Slowly she turned them over looking at the variety of backs. Every back was different. The rule was that Dave never paid for the cards he had to … Continue reading Not a Full Deck – Flash Fiction
As the alarm went off, Eve reached out and hit the snooze button. Ten more minutes she thought to herself. Ten more minutes before the normal, boring routine of her life started. Eve knew how today would go. It would be exactly the same as the five previous years she had lived through. Get up, … Continue reading Ringing for Change – A Short Story