Welcome to our first Micro Monday!... Have we got a bumper crop of great microfiction for you! Each Monday, we'll publish an omnibus selection of microfiction from our Micro123 submissions, and publish them here on our website. (Or, if you subscribe to the site you'll get them emailed directly into your inbox.) So - let's … Continue reading MICRO MONDAY #1 – A Bumper Crop Of Microfiction

Her Wusthof fillet knife slices effortlessly through the silver-scaled belly. Out slides bloody guts, pooling on her granite worktop. She can’t feed the entrails to the dog; too undignified for a majestic wild salmon. Instead, she’ll make a stock.The fish is presented on a huge platter, whole, surrounded by steamed vegetables with a home-made Hollandaise … Continue reading CAUGHT by Georgina Downes

One day I’ll be like Erin, teasing the cup to the wand, twisting my wrist to swirl the microfoam, pouring clever rosettas and swanky swans, no longer the trainee on the till, scribbling ‘Anil’ or ‘Lee’ on the lids. If they eye the cakes, if they can take their eyes off Erin, I’m supposed to … Continue reading IT ISN’T ONLY THE COFFEE MACHINE THAT HISSES LIKE A BAD-TEMPERED TOMCAT by Chris Cottom

Violet built four walls. A brick for every critical word, each hurtful taunt entombed in mortar. She whitewashed the outside, decorating the facade with fake sunflowers and painted gladioli. On the inside, she grew climbing roses and carnations, tending each bloom with love. She sowed a chamomile lawn, surrounded with jasmine and lavender. At night … Continue reading A LIFE IN FLORIOGRAPHY by Lesley Bungay

He hasn’t touched his guitar in a long time. It’s intrinsically linked to drinking. So much so, that the thought of strumming one, putting fingers and thumbs near a fretboard, sends shivers down his spine. He writes, this is true, but words alone can sometimes lack the excitement that a backbeat and bassline bring to … Continue reading EARWORMS by Steven Holding

There was nothing Audrey enjoyed more than an outing to the prom. They sat watching the waves, licking their ice creams. The air was scented with donuts, candy floss and salty seaweed. Audrey wiped ice cream from her chin and rubbed sticky fingers on her skirt. ‘Behave or I’ll take you home.' Audrey pouted. ‘Want … Continue reading ICE CREAM ON THE PROM by Kathy Goddard

Photos showed the “fabulous second-hand satsuma couch” was huge and horribly orange. Zoë bought it straight away.The delivery men turned it on one side, backed up and tried again. ‘Don’t worry, love, we’ll take the legs off.’ They unscrewed its ponderous paws and pushed it through the doorway, as far as it would go. Zoë … Continue reading NEW OWNER COLLECTS by Anne Eyries