Its 2084
Winston: “Did we humans ever love, have babies, make decisions about our own lives?” Droid 1: “That query is acknowledged and has been queued. It will take several moments to consider a possible answer. Be patient, a response will be generated shortly.” Droid 2: “While the Regime considers the query, it is suggested that time…
The flat, dirty dinner plate
The large, dirty plate sits there, mirroring my depressed sense of worth, echoing the flat boredom of my day. I notice there’s a slick of something on the edge of the plate and on the cutlery. I continue to sit, anticipating my morning latte! My focus drifts. I’m guessing it’s tomato sauce on the plate.…
Middle C
The trio continue to giggle, occasionally breaking out into uncontrolled laughter. Musical Director, Richard, bristles. Jessie just can’t seem to hit the opening C, and of course, her B Flat throws Sybil and Lily off, too. “Er, ah … Three little maids from school are we…”, hits the theatre’s far wall and lands somewhere: as…
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.