#microcosms

Lichens thriving on larch cones

This week’s three prompts are: Butterfly, 80s shopping mall, sci if Celeste Tial was in a flap. Her date for Lord Woebegone’s Summer fizz and frolics, the chisel jawed, matinee idol, Cy Lent has just evaporated. What was a girl meant to do? You weren’t meant to be stoic; that’s what Cy’s jaw was for – to jut on her behalf. And instead of manicured lawns, pergolas and platters of tiny nibbles,…

Jolyon Piper, the last descendant of the Pied Piper, was determined to rehabilitate the family name. It was a high risk strategy: introducing an All Things Rat stall at the food festival, but it proved surprisingly popular. He hadn’t factored in the humourless members of the town council; no amount of pleading convinced the Burghers that his rat burger wasn’t a deliberate insult. He was…

Jolyon Piper, the last descendant of the Pied Piper, was determined to rehabilitate the family name. It was a high risk strategy: introducing an All Things Rat stall at the food festival, but it proved surprisingly popular. He hadn’t factored in the humourless members of the town council; no amount of pleading convinced the Burghers that his rat burger wasn’t a deliberate insult. He was…

What’s In A Name? The woman with red-streaked hair and clutching an all important clipboard like a rigid security blanket, looked so excited, Ron knew what was coming. ‘Excuse me. Are you…’ ‘No.’ Ron picked up his coffee and headed for the trailer. He’d wait to be called. ‘But you don’t know…’ the woman followed him. ‘You think I’m related to John Wayne.’ ‘I…’ ‘It’s Ron Wayne, okay.’ He…