Frank deep-fat cremates him and scatters his ashes along with fries in the park. Read my flash fiction story, Ted’s Funeral is Held at McDonald’s, published by Maudlin House, here
Ted’s Funeral is Held at McDonald’s, Maudlin House
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Tag Archives: Flash Fiction
I didn’t plan to go home, Paragraph Planet
I didn’t plan to go home. But my father died and my mother made me feel guilty. Read my 75-word Paragraph Planet story here
Just One Big Happy Family, in Scratching the Sands, National Flash Fiction Day Anthology 2023
I want Astrid Vogel’s Happy Family Chalet Cuckoo Clock more than Astrid’s Skipper babysitter doll I stuffed up my sweater last time I came round to play. Read my National Flash Fiction Day flash fiction story, available from here
Goldie and Bear, Mslexia Best women’s short fiction 2022
Warm imprint of him. A hollow in the lair where his hairy torso had laid. Read my flash fiction story in Mslexia Best women’s short fiction 2022
Trip advisor review: Starbucks Victor Hugo
£6.95 is a rip off, but I’m a sucker for a Grande Caramel Macchiato, especially after getting soaked in the Marais. Read my story, Trip Advisor review, in the Nov 2022 Great Festival Flash Off Writing Challenge (Runner Up)
Sucking,Urban Tree Festival
“Our mum’s sitting in the park breastfeeding the baby. Tuft of dark hair, alien eyes.” Read my flash fiction story https://walklistencreate.org/2023/04/01/sucking/ in Urban Tree Festival’s chapbook, Canopy.
Hitler’s my yoga instructor
Read my 75 word Paragraph Planet flash fiction story here
How to survive on Mars
Delighted to be awarded 3rd prize in Retreat West’s courses competition. “Dad chooses her to go to Mars.” Read my flash fiction story here
The Happy Baby in And We Lived Happily Ever After, National Flash Fiction Day Anthology 2022
“The happy baby dances his way out of the womb, grin-shuffling on my stomach. Tipping his hat, expecting an encore. He gets a part in an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.” Read my flash fiction story in the National Flash Fiction Day Anthology 2022 here
The Last Supper, Flash Fiction Festival, Volume Four
He asks for lobster. It’s not in the kitchen supplies and I’m not allowed anything from the outside world, so I fake it. Read my full story, The Last Supper, in Flash Fiction Festival, Volume Four
Cheryl Markosky 