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…
Eight Mile Creek
As kids, the waterhole on the Eight Mile Creek was the go-to centre of our world. The four of us would ride our bikes down to its deep watery world, then line up to swing off the rope for that first exhilarating ‘bomb’. We had no idea where it was eight miles from, or to.…
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.