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Flash Fiction Friday – The 08:10 to Waterloo

My eyelids crack open and the cupboard on Millie’s side swims into view. She sweeps in wearing little more than a towel, grabs a hairbrush and sweeps out again. I call after her, I tell her that I love her, hoping that if I say it enough times then perhaps it will hold some meaning again. Indiana Jones crossed a chasm with sheer faith, but I think even he’d struggle to bridge the gap between my…

I've been playing a lot of Fallout 4 recently and watched The Man In The High Castle this week, so maybe I've just got apocalyptic, dystopian nightmares on the brain. For some reason 'log fire' instantly delivered the image of a pair of lovers huddled together in some kind of refuge. New Flash Fiction Friday!

Writing prompt: ‘Log fire’

The flames in the enormous fireplace lapped hungrily at the fresh logs. Ravi was reminded of the tongues of stray dogs picking the corpses clean at the side of the streets. Wind and rain beat at the windows. The smoke and the light would certainly give them away, but Ravi didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before banging began at the…