Home was a direction, a distance across a field of memory. Flowers of violet, yellow and blue, her where and when. But all faded now.
She flew on into the dusk. Bees have no word for lost: only unease between known and seen.
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#MicroflashMonday #WHQCommunity ‘I am not going to your ex-wife’s party’ ‘Oh come on Stace, please’ ‘we have nothing in common we are like chalk & cheese, she infuriates me’ ‘I know, but Poppy wants us there, & I don’t want to let my daughter down’ ‘fucks sake Rob, okay, okay’
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Mornin', writer-faces. This week's #MicroflashMonday prompts are Chalk vs Cheese. Use 'em to pen a teeny story of up to 249 characters, and sha…
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#WHQCommunity #MicroflashMonday ‘Ha, what’s up, you chicken?’ Charlie & Lucas were standing outside the abandoned church, Lucas had dared him to go inside. He was trying to build up the courage when from the corner of his eye he’d seen the ghostly shape. ‘Why don’t you go first?’
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Monday's here again, and so is our weekly #Microflash challenge.

Use the prompts Courage vs Cowardice to write a teeny story of up to 249 c…
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#MicroflashMonday #WHQCommunity He only had the weekend to move it. Fuck, Saturday was out of the question, he remembered his Mother was calling round. He’d have to do it Sunday, but probably the better day anyway as quieter. He just needed something to wrap it in, the old rug?
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Monday feels a bit like a fever dream after our #WHQWeekender festival but it's time for #MicroflashMonday!

Use the prompts Saturday vs Sund…
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#MicroflashMonday #WHQCommunity ‘look daddy, that doggy has a stumpy tail, let’s save him’ ‘But this one, has a heart on his head, see?’ ‘Mmm, mummy would know, I wish she was with us’ Melissa fought back the tears, she couldn’t understand why her mummy & daddy were separating..
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This week's microflash challenge prompts are Heads vs Tails. Use 'em to write a teeny story of up to 249 characters and share it here using t…
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#MicroFlashFiction from a prompt by Writers' HQ:

The great thinker gathered his students in the public plaza.
“Writing destroys the memory,” Socrates said to the assembly of young men.
A hand shot up, fingers purple with ink and gripping a quill.
“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” Plato asked.

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A brown paper & string package arrives the day after the funeral. The printed address label gives no clue to the sender but the hat & gloves inside are unmistakably Gran’s crochet work. One last act of love to hold her through her winter of grief.
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Forgot to post this yesterday! The prompt was Hat vs Gloves.

#WHQcommunity #Microflashmonday Lisa scanned the room, the white suit rustled as she swivelled her head, nothing unusual. Except, on the floor a pink patterned woollen glove had been placed with a rose as if clutching it. She recognised it immediately as she had the hat to match

#WHQcommunity #Microflashmonday Bubble & Squeak were trying to settle an argument. “You think because you are the king of the jungle, that you have more strength?” Said Squeak. “Of course, it’s obvious isn’t it?” “Not really, Bubble, you see strength isn’t just a physical thing”
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It's the first #MicroflashMonday of the year! Join us for a teeny writing challenge by writing a tweet-sized story using the prompts BUBBLE v…
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Didn't you ever read Anne of Green Gables? I asked once he’d stopped crushing me. You know; look before you leap, especially into spare room beds.
Lord no! That book was for girls.
Pity, I said pushing him out. If you had I might’ve let you stay.
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Prompt was Lords vs Leaping

#MicroFlashMonday #WHQcommunity ‘Oi, stop leaping about & go & help the maids. There’s five beds to be made, & six bathrooms to be cleaned. We have twelve drummers coming, for the swing band, & all the ladies will be dancing.’ I’ve got to ask the chef to cook four more birds…
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This week's #MicroflashMonday is slightly different cos you can choose anything from the song The 12 Days Of Christmas to inspire you! 🎄 Use you…
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Could she have saved him? She’d never know. No one had blamed her, at any rate.
“Nothing you could have done, love,” the officer had said kindly at the scene & repeated formally at the inquest.
So now she was free. Which was all she’d ever wanted.
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The front door gleamed, doorstep too. Even the nets at the windows shone bright white. No dirt welcome here, they seemed to say. But go round the back, where washing hung in a scruffy yard, door open, kettle always on, that’s where the stories lived.
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#MicroflashMonday #WHQCommunity There’s someone at the front door. You must be imagining it, nobody’s there. What was that? Sssh,the back door handle is rattling, Oh god what if it’s him? what if he’s found us? What’s up with the light switch, it’s so dark. Did you hear that? ….

Cooeeeee #writingcommunity #amwriting #whqcommunity where are you allllll?

Fairy bread, her Nan called it; the end of the loaf spread with butter & sprinkled with sugar. Best eaten very slowly, sat on the back doorstep, crumbs shared with the local robin. Now she’s the one being called Nan which just adds to the sweetness
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For the prompt Sugar vs Spice from here: https://writershq.co.uk/flash-face-off-12th-november/

#MicroFlashMonday #WHQCommunity Variety is the spice of life, Brenda, why do you have to be so prudish all the time.
Why do you have to be such a pervert Brian, there is no way I am visiting that nudist beach, not now, not never. Now pass me the sugar, & let that be an end of it

#MicroFlashMonday #WHQCommunity ‘Graham, you know too much salt is bad for you, here have the pepper instead’ ‘Christ, Joan, give it a rest with your nagging, this is bad,that’s bad, everything’s bad, I’m fit as a butchers dog’
‘Massive heart attack, apparently, too much salt’

The sea lies flat and grey. Fog-damp sand shifts underfoot. She lifts her pale arms and swirls the rope-bound stone above her head. It sings. The storm within her bursts from her throat, harsh and guttural. Black clouds swarm on the horizon. #MicroflashMonday #whqcommunity #amwriting #writing #writer