I've dedicated the past two years to writing my novel and teaching creative writing. However, earlier this year, I entered the UK Bath Flash Fiction Competition, and I recently heard they will publish my story in their December anthology. I'm very excited!
Here it is. Swimming In Kerry Swan’s designer label boutique on the corner of Albert and Edmonds, she recycles clothes and rescues customers. To a background of too-cheerful music, Kerry swims between racks of outerwear, evening dresses, pants and jackets, pausing to rehang a floaty blue blouse carelessly dropped onto stacked sandals. A wiry customer, dressed head-to-toe in Lycra, holds a fuchsia-pink top against her flat chest. “Does this suit me?” Kerry plunges into the rail and retrieves a sleeveless offering in green. “I think this would be better. It brings out the colour of your eyes.” Beaming, the customer makes the swap and dives back into the fitting room. With a swish of a curtain, another woman in her mid-40s steps out of a cubicle and beckons Kerry over. “I’m not sure about the length. What do you think?” She tugs at the hem, which sits well above her knees. “Wait a sec,” Kerry says, submerging herself in the clothes rail to her left, only to surface moments later, triumphantly brandishing a burgundy wrap dress. “With your fabulous colouring, this would look stunning.” At five, Kerry does a final lap of the store before switching off the music. In the silence, memories of Sam surface. On her way home, she visits the public pool, strips off her garments, slips into her bathing suit and plunges in. She tears through the water, terrified of stopping for a moment to float. Terrified by the weight of her grief. If only this were the sea. The sea – where the salt water might hold her up.
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BioI am an author and artist. I enjoy writing short stories, flash fiction and am currently working on a Biblical Historical Romance series. Categories |