Short stories and flash fiction written by Sean
Examining the Egyptian market stall she picked up a scarab beetle ornament and crinkled her nose.
“It good luck” said the salesman. “It’s not the like The Mummy.”
As her silent husband shrugged his shoulders in indifference she opened her purse.
“I don’t like that film” he said now crinkling his nose. “Many inaccuracies.”
Dear Neighbour,
The excessive banging from your flat has not gone unnoticed. I am not one to complain, in fact the sounds have kept me company for many years. I only write because the boy at No 4 suggested you’d been building a boat. I’d very much like to join you before the flood reaches our floor.
Yours sincerely
Neighbour
The board are concerned.
Is it the economy? Are schools cutting back on purchase or are kids just getting stupider? They probably don’t deserve such an honour.
The news blames everyone and suggests 2009 is gonna hit us sticker printers the worst – I blame the teachers.
Father was right. I should have got into the toilet paper business.
Unable to leave her family she avoided the white light. That was 50 years ago today. Having watched her husband move on she eventually witnessed her daughter and son’s departures. Left with a generation she’d never met in life, Hattie was no longer happy with her current company and decided to visit the neighbours.