Mental gymnastics
How can this be? Did I actually experience it, or was it an imaginary event? If I did experience it, why did nobody else? I have thought long upon the two events in my life where this conundrum has occurred. Like déjà vu, I reckoned my mind had malfunctioned, had used incorrect wiring, just gone…
Little Boy sets the pace
That photograph. It had been on successive mantelpieces over the decades, always central, always inviting comment on both the subject, and its hand-carved, ornate wooden frame. The black and white picture showed a grainy human outline on what could possibly be a footpath. Its location was the stuff of history, never to be forgotten, never…
Is that all there is …
Peggy Lee follows me through the house as I make our beds. I pick up his clothes off the floor. I load the dishwasher, tidy the bathroom, and wipe down the toilet seat. Then its coffee on the back verandah. I’m going to be fifty next month! We’re Empty Nesters, and I’m being sidelined into…
About Me
Hi, Chris Burchett here. I am a late discoverer of the ultra short-story genre, but what a delightful find it has been! Covid-enforced isolation was a perfect stimulant. Enjoy the stories included here. I will continue to add new entries as they are written.