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 …
Distance
Posted by Martyn Kelly on May 22nd, 2012 in Short Stories
The sea. The smell of fish. The smell of the sea. Sand under my feet. Sunsets. Rain. The smell of cities after it rains. The cinema. Popcorn. Being warm and being cold. Sleeping. Waking up. Sex. Eating. Music. Music I know. Music I’d forgotten about. Music I’d never heard before. Onions. Animals. Dreams. These are things I miss. I re-read …