My Round 2 Entry into Flash Fiction 2019! I placed second in my group with this one. Genre: Drama Location: Parking garage Object: Tennis racket **** The hole in my tights scraped the skin from my inner thigh like a vascular debridement with every step I took towards the hospital car…
My Round 1 entry into Flash Fiction 2019! For those of you that don’t know, Flash Fiction is a competition run by NYC Midnight. This year, over 3700 people from all over the world entered. We all received a genre, location, and an object that must feature in the story, and were given 48 hours…
The bottom fell out, And you fell out of your own life. This morning you put on your socks, And you had no idea. The alarm blares and we brutalise, We crush and stab and shock, And I watch you from behind the throng. But you had no idea. You arrested on the floor, And…
I’m lost. You look at me, with wide bulging eyes, Bones like a bird, Folded up on itself. I’m lost. I move you forward To listen to your back, Careful not to Break the wing. I’m lost. You grip my hand, I let you for a moment, Its irregular pulse slinking away Beneath the tendons. I’m lost. In your mind you walk Down corridors ever darker, Sometimes you stop at a room That seems familiar. I’m lost. At the beginning Your mother held you as you walked Now only fleeting memory Holds you to yourself. …
I lay my hand as lovers have, a play of affectation, My fingers fit the ribs, sinew on sinew, skin on skin alone, You are different to me, just words sequestered, In dusty tomes; life scaffolded in ink like the lung by bone. Here is the liver, dull, cage-cooped and silent, Seeing fingers, open…
Katy Bettany 