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 …
The Middle
Posted by Martyn Kelly on Sep 12th, 2012 in Flash Fiction
“I’m not scared”, said Danyel. His mother smiled a little, but kept her brow furrowed somewhat after deciding that he looked like he was. “Well, good, because there is no need to be” she replied, and squeezed his little hand that she was already holding. They boarded the train and took a seat, him on her lap, her arms firmly …