The Letter – Flash Fiction by Jane Risdon (c) 2013

Haunted by the neat sloping writing on the blue Basildon Bond paper which lay accusingly on her writing desk, the old woman sat locked inside her thoughts.  She couldn’t bear to pick the letter up to read it again, but there was no need really.  The contents were not unexpected after-all.  She’d been waiting nearly forty years for something like this to happen.  And now it had. Every knock at the door, every strange hand’s address on an envelope had filled her with such fear, the like of which she could never share.  She had never told. The only reason she had an answering machine on her phone was so that she could screen her calls.  Just in case.  Now, there on the desk along with all her bills and other correspondence, the letter lay, the words terrorising her silently across the darkening room. She didn’t ask herself how or why.  She knew the answers and had known this moment would come eventually, either in the form of a visit, a phone call, or a letter.  Forty birthdays had come and gone, and with each passing one she had agitated in case this time it would be the one; the day when she would have to face her past. Long ago she had put away the photo, the little sepia image now faded with age and fingering.  There was nothing she could have done even if she had wanted to, […]

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The Honey Trap – Flash Fiction under 1,000 words. Another blast from the past…

Another blast from the past – 2012 Flash Fiction has always interested me.   Here is another story I wrote in 2012 for inclusion on Morgen Bailey’s Writing Blog. Here is how she presented it: Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the sixty-third piece of flash fiction in this series. This week I welcome back author Jane Risdon with a 968-worder… The Honey Trap (c) Jane Risdon 2012 They flirted in the bar, drinking, and chatting, until the music stopped and the bartender shook his head. No more drinks. Taking the hint they moved towards the revolving doors about to make for the bright city lights and another hotel bar, when his young companion shook her head and whispered her suggestion. Why not go upstairs to her friend’s room and have some more drinks? Luckily her friend was away for a few days and she had the key, what did he think? He thought it was a great idea. She thought he was too drunk to go much further anyway, and the prospect of getting the almond-eyed beauty into bed was more than he could resist, she was sure. He nodded and followed her to the elevator. She pressed the button for the tenth floor, snuggling up to him, nibbling his ear, whispering suggestive things in a husky voice full of promise. She knew he couldn’t believe his luck. His meeting with the Ministry of Trade representatives had gone well, and […]

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I may be some time……

Those of you who kindly visit with me here on a regular basis will know the saga of the fall down my sister’s stairs Boxing Day 2012 and the damage done to my shoulder and collar-bone as a result. You will have heard how I have been waiting all year for a series of operations to mend the broken shoulder (rotary cuff) and […]

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