I love the discipline of writing flash fiction – in that sense it’s a little like writing poetry. As a little treat, here’s a little flash I wrote, which won third prize in a competition. Enjoy!
At first you gave me jade necklaces and ruby rings. We danced, laughed and lived.
Then the War came.
And brought a hurried wedding with effervescent drinks in champagne flutes.
Now the postman brings your letters those days seem far away
Do you remember?
Do you remember me?
I can’t picture your face, a blur in my memory where you should be.
Your letters talk of mud and uniformed boys lined up like water droplets in vast conduit trenches.
I don’t recognise the words.
It scares me.
Will you come back?
I hope more than ever as another letter drops.