Friday, 27 May 2011

Friday Flash

It's Friday, it's a bank holiday weekend, so what better than a bit of flash fiction. This one's a bit of fun.

Pole dancing for beginners

It wasn’t that kind of pole dancing club.

Jeff knew as soon as he’d handed over his twenty pounds, crossed the hallway and entered the room. He’d been expecting scantily clad women writhing about. Maybe even naked. Since his divorce, he needed company, plus a little more. He’d seen the sign outside. Pole Dancing Tuesday Nights 8pm.

At first he wrote it off. Just sad old men getting their kicks from some stretchy strumpet. The more he thought about it, the more interested he became. The divorce had been messy. Sure, he missed female company, but could he trust anyone again? This seemed like a halfway house. He talked himself into it.
But now.

In front of him stood four couples. They were obviously from Poland. Their combined names would make a scrabble score of over a thousand. The men, dressed in dinner jackets and smart shoes held their right arm around their partner as they twirled and stepped to the sounds of the Glen Miller band.
They stopped, turned and looked at him.

“I think he is disappointed,” said one of the women. “Did you come here looking for something else?”

Jeff turned and fled. Reaching the door, he burst onto the street and didn’t stop until he reached his bedsit.

“That’s the tenth one tonight,” a female dancer said to her partner.
“Yeah. The twenty pounds just keep rolling in,” he replied.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

141 Word Wednesday

It's a bit like Flash Fiction Friday, Six Sentence Sunday and New Chapter Chuesday. Except, it's Wednesday and it's 141 words long. Those of you who think I made up the name to match a 141 word story I've just written, may be right.

CSI Romford

They called him CSI Romford. He didn’t mind. He found it funny the first few times. It was just a playful nickname. Just their way of relieving tension. Crime scenes can get so depressing.

Pushing a small piece of fingernail into a plastic bag, he sighed. Another body. The tenth this month. This serial killer had everyone stumped. The finest detective brains this side of Barking were baffled. There were just no clues, no DNA. Nothing.
He slipped the plastic bag into his pocket. It was maybe the first piece of evidence the killer had left behind. This could have been the break through. But, it wouldn’t be. He’d get rid of it later. He made a mental note to take more care in future.

That was the best part of this job, you got to clean up your own mess.

I'm still writing. Seven Daze not only needs a new name (There's a few other books already with that name) but it's also nearly finished. I'm also submitting Too Big To Fail to agents, four rejections so far, one of them a nice personal one.

Wednesday, 11 May 2011


Not posted for a while. There's no excuse for it, nothings coming into my head blog-wise. I've been writing off and on, Seven Daze is still coming along, nearly 70,000 words now. I've also started submitting Too Big To Fail to agents, though no bites so far. And, I've also dug out Spies, Lies and Pies and am giving it a little edit. I'm thinking about putting it on amazon as an e-book, though I keep changing my mind almost daily about whether it's a good idea or not.

That's about it really.