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 …
Chelsea Pines Inn reunion, 1998
Posted by Martyn Kelly on May 22nd, 2012 in Flash Fiction
Distant sirens, the sash window open. Amber street light making strange the white bed. “Do you remember what you used to call me?” she says, smiling sadly, as she pulls her feet under the covers. He is mid drink, and when he hears her, his drinking pace holds steady, but his eyes close. He finishes his drink. “No”, he says, …