Quiet music plays in the background. It’s a self-made compilation of slow funk and soul music with a smattering of jazz-fusion. My ears register that a Donald Byrd track is currently playing, though my attention is primarily drawn the way of the other person in the room who is talking. They’re talking great sense. I … Continue reading Confidant (Flash Fiction)
The smell of fresh bread wafts through the open window by virtue of the nearby bakery. I use the word ‘smell’ for want of a better description. We robots tend just to run with human terminology for everything. I don’t actually smell anything. Nor do I see, hear, or taste. All of those things are … Continue reading Hubot (Flash Fiction)
Colin – The Scottish Legend recently shared my flash fiction story in his Spring Writing Event. The idea for the story was completely off the cuff with no great forethought put in. I just let the words flow. Have a read and see what you think. Big thanks to Colin for sharing.
[This story was written by Paul E bailey. its a short one but fitting and enjoyable hope you enjoy it]
As is my usual custom, I knock upon the door to ensure that nobody is inside. There never is because that would be extremely poor planning on the part of my employer, but one can never be too careful in this line of work. In twenty-five years, seven months, one week and four days in this job there have never been hiccups to cause me problems, and I have never failed in my task.
What is my job? That’s simultaneously very easy to answer and extremely complex. I’m a hitman. I kill people. It’s not a job I yearned to have or anything. I fell into it by accident. I learned how to use ranged firearms in the army, and I was by far the best in my regiment…
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He’s looking over again. I’ve been trying to work out if it’s me he’s been looking at or one of my two friends. Maybe it’s something else on the dancefloor. It’s not massively busy, but there are enough people here for it to make sense that he’d be looking elsewhere in my immediate vicinity other … Continue reading Eyes on Me (Flash Fiction)