Part One can be found here.... https://minimalprose.com/2020/07/30/shades-of-red-pt-1/ The pavement was littered with water, so he trod lightly and avoided puddles like they were cursed. A bus flew by, kicking up water residue and splattering his trousers. Gerald stood, his hands spread wide and looked in horror at the brown splotches covering his legs. Someone … Continue reading Shades of Red – Pt 2.
Grass gently tickled Gerald’s cheek; he sat bolt upright, and swatted the cockroach off his face; their nocturnality causing them to return to their shared home at dawn, scurrying around and waking him up, like a hideously natural alarm clock. It landed on the thread bare carpet and scuttled off into the corner of the … Continue reading Shades of Red – Pt.1
Jennifer stood at the edge of the cliff; overhead an eagle screamed to warn off rivals. She shielded her eyes from the sun with one hand as she watched the eagle fly above, with the other she pointed a gun at the mans head. She looked down at the man who was shaking and whimpering … Continue reading Screaming Eagle
Max picked up the box of toothpaste, threw it onto the supermarket floor, and stamped on it. The white paste erupted, splattering the deodorant and shower gel with white globules, ‘It’s the fluoride, man. It’s gonna kill ya’ he chuckled. Through the audio clamour of shoppers came a distinct and clear, ‘Clean up in aisle … Continue reading Something in the Water
In the morning dawn, it was hard to differentiate between where the river and shoreline met; the grey and brown haze seamlessly blending into each other. As Malcolm and Bill slowly waved the metal detectors over the mud, they listened for the tell-tale signs of metal, ‘We’ve searched everywhere else up and down both sides, … Continue reading Finders Keepers
James woke up sweating, cries ringing in his ears, he turned over and checked the time 2:55am. He sat there panting, trying to recover from the nightmare, when he heard a scream from Mary’s room. James threw back the covers and ran to her. Mary was sitting upright, cuddling her teddy, staring at the window, … Continue reading Towers
The oak table creaked under the weight of food, as Ruth placed another laden plate in front of Josiah. ‘Drink’ he demanded, picking up a hunk of beef and shoving it in his mouth. The curtains had been drawn, yet the sun creeped in at the edges, teasing her with hope. Ruth picked up the … Continue reading Roots
I always enjoyed gardening in bare feet, until I found the shoe prints by the window.
This isn’t a story of fiction, it’s a story of me and why I’m doing this challenge. It’s not written anywhere on the blog, it’s not clear, deliberately so. My grand plan, my master idea - is to write a story a day for 365 days. Now you may ask why and the reason is... … Continue reading 61st blog…
The sunlight forced itself through the dirt encrusted windows, projecting into the bar as far as physics would allow. As the sunlight failed, the artificial light picked up the torch, and carried the light into the deep recesses of the room. Geoff sat on a stall, as dust slowly drifted through the air, a speck … Continue reading Whiskey’s the Thing