So I consulted the ‘magic 8 ball’ that is my husband – and he decided that my story ‘Our shrinking giants’, which went live today over on FlashFlood, should be one of the pieces of flash that I’ll read tonight.
Here’s a taster…
I adopted an orphaned giant. He ate custard for breakfast and twirled swings into knots. On the hilltop next to our house, with his hands stuffed into his pockets, he raised his coat above his head and ran around screaming, trying to catch the wind.Each day he grew and grew, heading for the sky. So I let him go barefoot into puddles of mud to soak up the calcium, so he could branch up, and out. But one day he stopped. Just like that. He didn’t budge another inch.
If you’re not going to make it to Bristol for the National Flash Fiction event, then you can read the rest of the story over here.