The Museum In The Kitchen
Posted by Martyn Kelly on Dec 26th, 2013 in Cogitations, Flash Fiction
When you are growing up, you notice how your parents have odd stuff. And by odd, I don’t mean a British policeman’s helmet made out of pink leather, or a taxidermied weasel wearing a tuxedo. I mean odd in the way that it is the only one of its kind. Mugs and teacups, notably. Your parents might have six mugs …
Rabbits
Posted by Martyn Kelly on Dec 18th, 2013 in Flash Fiction
On the 2nd of January 1941, bombs hit the city of Cardiff harder than any night before or any night since. Bricks and glass, toys, hats and hands dressed the chaos that dragged itself over the city. Fires raged from fresh cavities in walls whilst their heat betrayed their purpose, warming the cold and injured in the street. Whilst it is …