Rose and Flo
Rose is pushing me out the door. Me one good eye notes the wall clock – ‘5.50’. “Jees woman, unhand me! I’ve still got ten minutes.” I wriggle out of her clutches, but the effort releases a wet warmth. I sink onto the green-tiled floor at me local, the Empress of India’s front bar. Darkness.…
It’s 2084
(with thanks to Disney, Orwell and Huxley) Winston: “Did we humans ever marry, have babies, garden, make decisions about our own lives?” Droid: “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.” “While the Regime considers the query,…
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 a residual crème sauce, maybe…
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.