March Flash Fiction

Genre: ghost story . Setting: tulip field . Object: key .   *** LAKESIDE COUNSEL Colin Colgrave It had been a long night shift. I handed over my patients to the morning nurses, grabbed my stuff and scurried out of the hospital. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and for the first time there was a hint of crisp autumn breeze. Without conscious thought, I turned off the footpath and walked into the park. I hadn't gone in there for many months. Not since Dean.  I picked my way down the walkway that led through the tulip field. Set amongst the flowers at the edge of the lake was our bench. I paused, my heart pounding, before taking a seat.  A heavy sadness wrapped itself around my heart as I took in the view. I stared at it for a long time. "It won't always hurt this much." The voice startled me. I'd been so engrossed I hadn't noticed I wasn't alone anymore. I looked at the man sitting next to me. Tall. Slender. Handsome, angular features. Shoulder-length b

February Flash Fiction

Genre: thriller. Setting: sewer. Object: suitcase. Ok, so I've massaged the genre again and turned this into another power romance. In January, my fairytale was instead a romance about people playing fairies in a tale about fairies. For February, my thriller is instead a romance about people filming a thriller about Thriller. Also, since I was too disorganised to post my January effort in time and missed out, I've gone again with the wardrobe malfunction theme.  Once again, please be aware this is a little NSFW and talks about men's willies. *** A STITCH IN TĀNE Colin Colgrave "So, Ian, Ngaire sent you the script?" Rangi glances over at me as he drives. "No, but she sent all the other stuff. I managed to scrounge round and get possible solutions for the remaining costumes." "Aweso me! Well, in a nutshell, the film's about an ageing Michael Jackson impersonator on the run from a scary Islander gang because he stole a bunch of mone

January Flash Fiction

Genre: fairytale. Setting: studio apartment. Object: potted plant. Well, folks—this is super late. Blame my cluelessness on the fact I've been waiting (relying) on favours to get a website up and running. It's nigh impossible to get these things done when you're legally blind, something I've had less than six months to come to terms with. I'm one of the lucky ones, though—if I blow up the text size enough, I can still jam my ancient Samsung tablet in front of my face and read it at certain angles.   So, I've created an interim blogspot home so I can dump my Flash Fiction efforts and not miss out on all the February fun, too.  PLEASE BE AWARE that parts of this are  NSFW  and it contains the F-word and ribald descriptions of men's nether regions. *** A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S BOTTOM  Colin Colgrave I'm kind of at boiling point. I haven't slept in ages, too busy cramming lines. Just about everything that could have gone wrong with this opera has , and righ