Writers Victoria are running their second flash fiction competition, the perfect distraction for writers in isolation. For 30 days they will post a prompt and we write a 30-word response.
Here are my first 10 stories. More to come …
April 1 Eyeball
Selena was planning the Chocolate Lovers’ Society Ball when Corona hit. Event cancelled. All that work. Gone.
Undeterred, she downloaded FreeConferenceCall and invited ticket holders to the new online EyeBall.
April 2 Concentrate
A sucker for a conspiracy theory, Michael updated his will. He waited. He prayed. When tests showed his water’s arsenic concentrate surpassed the acceptable level, he wrote his own obituary.
April 3 Intense
He blamed work. So intense. If he’d paid closer attention …
She’d acted out. Cried for help. But now the noose, tight around her neck, squeezed her precious life away.
April 4 Blur
‘A little shot for the diarrhea. You won’t feel a thing.’
She felt it alright. Head spins. Black and white spirals. Straight down the rabbit hole in a LSD blur.
April 5 Hocus-Pocus
Instructions for simple magic without a wand:
A precious smile, a virtual hug, spells a gift to those alone.
Grant a wish, some hocus-pocus; go on – pick up the phone.
April 6 Blind
She opened the blind to a pink dawn sky. Fresh dew diamonds sparkled as kangaroos grazed beneath ancient eucalypts. A joey stared back from his pouch questioning, ‘Who are you?’
April 7 Hazy
He backed away from the hazy shadow. A vampire? An apparition from the underworld? He catalogued a lifetime of horrors until the final nightmare loomed through the mist. His mother-in-law.
April 8 Mirror
Words rain like hail on an open wound. He pounds her ribs. Never her face. A mirror to his father’s genes. His grandfather’s too. Reflection and refraction through cruel generations.
April 9 Crisp
He spewed on his heirloom christening gown.
Spilled wine on his crisp white wedding shirt.
But nothing sullied his grey suit and the cream satin lining of his rosewood coffin.
April 10 Lens
He adjusts the lens. The money shot. Rich cherry lips, sleek cheekbones, seductive eyes. A gentle finger squeezes the trigger. Sharp recoil. A whiff of gunpowder. Her face shatters.
Brightside Story Studio 
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