Things to delete before I die. Everywhere. My laptop and tablet. An old PC in the attic. My phones with their obsolete connections. And now the cloud, and social media. My blueprint on data warehouses. Years of work all going to waste. Nothing illegal or shameful. Embarrassing perhaps. Private insights, internal things, the things we all keep secret. So much stuff and so little time. And this paragraph. You must remember to delete this paragraph.
This 75-word story first appeared on Paragraph Planet
“All the other kids call him the snake. At first behind his back, but now to his face.”
My story, “The Stillness of Fields” can be found over at Ellipsis Zine.
My story ‘All the Way to the Coast’ is published over at Spelk today.
All the Way to the Coast
My story ‘Here Come The Gulls’ is published over at Spelk today. Hope you enjoy.
He reaches the bridge at midnight, the bolt cutters heavy in his hands. Five hundred padlocks are to be removed, an unpopular decision taken by the council. His instruction is to work in secret, throughout the night and paid at double time.
Many of the padlocks represent young love, a history of the town documented in metal. He instinctively finds his own padlock, now rusting and unfamiliar, a painful memento of a world less cynical.
Using a key from his pocket he snaps the padlock open, and holding it tightly to his chest he begins to climb over the railings.
This story was originally published on The Drabble