by Alyson Faye

I remember running to the Red Lion at teatime, skinny knock kneed limbs jumping oily puddles. Intent on my mission. “Fetch your Da for supper lass.” Ma would flick her pinny at me to get me moving. I’d laugh and…


Flash fiction Nostalgic, Reflective

My name is Joanna Sterling and I’m a Collector – my collection of contemporary, vintage and period brooches has been amassed over 30 years. The story collection published here is not quite so old but is just as diverse. There are short stories and flash fiction, my own and ones by other writers. Some are traditional and others more avant-garde. I aim to select stories that intrigue, amuse and maybe provoke. Open up The Casket of Fictional Delights and pick out a story or a brooch.

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