John Smith reports
I vaguely remember somebody yelling instructions to ‘secure him with that harness’. That would explain my partly constrained right side. I feel the icy-cold metal buckle and webbing, and a freezing wind whipping across my face. I manage to push myself up, my back against the side of the wildly flying Utility. My head doesn’t…
New neighbours
We do the Open-House inspection, maybe a little nosey, but justified, on the neighbourly need-to-know ratings scale! A few weeks later, we are in the street with the small crowd, watching as the well-dressed Agent whips the bidders into a competitive frenzy. We come away slightly dazzled at the implications for our own property values!…
Was it the whistling?
I have always enjoyed whistling and while I am aware it can annoy, I try to restrict it to times when I am alone. Musicals were a favourite, the old Broadway extravaganzas – Fiddler on the Roof; South Pacific; A White Christmas and when preoccupied, I sometimes slip into the bigger oratorios – Handel, Bach,…
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.