Man in the Garage – Flash Fiction – 300 words
Man in the Garage By N. M. Sirett© MAN IN THE GARAGE The back garden garage has white-washed walls, too bright for drizzle. It’s a dismal summer where everything drips. Bird notes plummet rather than…
Original Stories – Fiction
Man in the Garage By N. M. Sirett© MAN IN THE GARAGE The back garden garage has white-washed walls, too bright for drizzle. It’s a dismal summer where everything drips. Bird notes plummet rather than…
The Weeding By N. M. Sirett© THE WEEDING The white dresser creaks under the gravity-defying weight of crockery and cheap, tasteless ornaments. Boot fair oddities barricading surface dust. The place smells of raw kidneys and…
Sky Quake By N. M. Sirett© SKY QUAKE I glance up in time to see a discreet plane vanish, and sunshine needling through holes in the clouds. The ink-dark dragon reappears. It’s silver-sheened underbelly playing…
Noggin’s Nosh By N. M. Sirett© NOGGIN’S NOSH Every day little Guy delivered a boxed head to an old woman, just outside Milton Keynes. He didn’t work for any of the biggies: Uber Eats…
All-Night Stakeout By N. M. Sirett© ALL-NIGHT STAKEOUT I’ve been keeping tabs on the Oswalds with only a family pack of peanuts and three cans of root beer. But there’s plenty of patience in my…
Granted, Love Comes By N. M. Sirett© GRANTED, LOVE COMES Love comes But it is sometimes nothing new. Love comes. It shapes us, smoothing our souls like silk on glass. Love comes. When it is…
The Music Box By N. M. Sirett © THE MUSIC BOX We are organic creatures. Not permanent at all. Our conditions are not stable. The writing’s on the wall. . And still, we take for…
Weird Toe By N. M. Sirett© WEIRD TOE The three-inch toe wriggled before Martha, the shoe-shop assistant, like a quivering bald moustache. A toe for the upper lip. She tried not to look at it.…
Magical Misery By N. M. Sirett© MAGICAL MISERY Beneath my bed there’s a council of depressed magicians. I’m not sure why. I didn’t do it. I just woke up and there they were. When you…
Plain Sight By N. M. Sirett© PLAIN SIGHT The old man bent to peel a loose ear off the shopping-centre floor. Tucking it inside the pocket of his beige slacks. He didn’t suspect me of…