Andy is the winner of Vol 2 – Round 20. He says: Originally a Sandgrounder, but I consider myself a Scouser at heart. Accidentally fell into poetry a few years ago and have been trying to extricate myself from that messy pond ever since. Occasionally somehow still find myself at the Dead Good Poets Society. Currently made a sidestep away from these lyrical experiments and am suffering with a Flash Fiction Addiction. Find it fun and a useful way to get the old noggin going through the gears. Considering moving over to some longer stories… joined up Flash Fiction. Big Fiction. Watch this space.
During my spare time I enjoy ale, football (soccer!), jogging, walking, travel, museums, books (and Kindle Paperwhite) and taking my dragon for a kick about in Prince’s Park.
She could feel everyone looking.
they couldn’t really see her
She crept into the area with the knowledge that this was where it was all going to happen. The best speck in town.
no one knew who she was. for certain
She felt her eyes jumping with electricity, like excited atoms before an explosion.
her handbag behind her
her heart raced; she smiled. no one could see
She took her phone up, pressed record. She was going to catch it all for posterity. The magpie cocked his head to one side, seeming to look at her suspiciously.
she in a portable hide. no one could see her. she was there;
Hidden in plain sight. Cocksure and happy as goosebumps plumed over her, hairs standing to attention as the moment approached – the phone was going to catch it all.
As her daughter passed with the egg and spoon intact she blushed; this video would be priceless.