Concert by D.I. Jolly The war started at 2:34 pm while George was at work. He wasn’t a simple man, but he enjoyed the simple life. He took pleasure in the small things, sunsets, hot coffee on a cold day, the high notes his wife Susanna could reach, when she’d had a couple of glasses…
If you were offered a potion that could make all your wildest dreams come true, but at the end of an hour you’d die, would you take it?
A friend pointed me at an anthology being put together of 42-word stories and suggested I give it a go.
Starting The Fire by D.I. Jolly It only takes a moment, a single moment, to totally change your life. Everything you’ve done and plotted and planned and been proud of, can all change in that single moment. Jack had loved his life, he loved his wife, his children, his career, all of it. It wasn’t…
Seven by D.I. Jolly Bethany sat alone at her desk, sipping tea and impatiently waiting for her dream to fade. It was her least favourite of the ones that reoccurred because it was both the most realistic and the one that took the longest to leave after she woke up. It had started, as far…
He remembered his daughter when she was young staring at him wondering, out loud, how he could just sit there, so still, staring at a book and not getting bored.
His son’s bright face as he let out another even louder laugh that started as a blast and turned into a helplessly charming bubbling giggle.
On Mondays, everyone’s tired from the weekend, on Friday they’re fed up from work. Wednesday is hump day and Thursday is mini-Friday so I guess the only work people do, or at least the only good work people do is, on Tuesday.
“Don’t you mean Ice Queen? Cold Hearted Bitch? White Walker? Isn’t that how you and your friends refer to me when you think I’m not listening?”
The soft voice caused the boy to look up sharply. He’d been so lost thinking about nothing, that he might as well have been asleep.