The moment the pigment-coated bristles touch canvas, a sound screams into existence – raw and abrasive, like the screeching tyres of a car losing control. A sound that haunts the mind of Thameshire County’s most renowned painter.
Tag Archives: short story
Unscheduled Therapy | Flash Fiction
The walls curve inward. The air smells of damp stone.
The hallway feels less like architecture and more like something organic, like the inside of a throat.
The footsteps behind her become a drumbeat.
Mirrors in the Mud | Flash Fiction
An exhausted and despairing soldier is navigating the muddy rivers of the labyrinthine trenches of enemy territory, until he comes face to face with someone he never expected to…
Seared Scallops and Ashes | Flash Fiction
A weary chef, a strange diner, and a midnight meal that serves more than food. Take a seat, something’s cooking at the Crossroads Café.
