My writings…
The new home for my Flash Fiction, Poetry, Short Stories and Ramblings
Hello Folks
This is my third attempt to introduce myself.
All the other attempts have vanished into thin air.
As you can tell, I’m struggling.
Let’s start again. I set up this site at 10.44 am on the 16th June 2020. Yes, I’m an astrologer and I’ve put the chart up. If you’re interested in having an astrological consultation, check out my astrological website: http://www.babskirby.com
This blog is primarily for my poetry, flash fiction and short stories. As I become familiar, I’ll post more often and start to follow some of you, too.
I’m a member of Writing Matters, a Weymouth group, where I have been encouraged and experimented with fiction as opposed to non-fiction, which is the kind of writing I’ve done previously.
I’ve entered a few competitions for the first time during lock down and one piece of flash fiction was accepted by The National Flash Fiction Competition.
I’ve been wanting to start a blog for ages, so am delighted to have finally done so.
All the photos posted so far were taken by my sister, Janice Fitch. You can follow her on Instagram
Flash Fiction
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green
Alice wasn’t expecting to go to Paradise, either by way of Kensal Green or any other way. Not after what she’d done. She’d never been exactly religious, but she had once held spiritual beliefs and thought there might be an afterlife. But, when her dog, Beanie died – or rather was put down, which was…
Nothing in Common
Jack and Maud had nothing in common and had been happily married for 50 years. Just like Jack Spratt, in the nursery rhyme, they managed to complement each other and fit together. Maud was a cat person but had acceded to Jack’s request that they keep a dog, which had then become two and eventually…
A Foot in the Door
The breakthrough Lisa had hoped for never came. Years later, when she thought she’d come to terms with her lack of success on the stage, she bumped into an old friend, Polly Audrey, from drama school who had gone on to become a mega star. ‘Hi,’ said Polly, ‘how extraordinary to run into you after…
Poetry
I Left Him
I left him in the time between his mother dying and her funeral Which wasn’t the best of timing. Especially given that When I saw his mother, Three weeks before she died, And she asked us to look after each other I’d agreed that we would. But perhaps I was looking after him By ending…
Short Stories
The Beast of Bodmin Moor
The sky was dark, the black clouds hung low over the hills and a stream of sunlight lighting up the cliffs created a spectacular contrast. This was Ethel’s favourite type of weather, it reflected her emotionally turbulent state perfectly and she revelled in the drama of it all. Ethel was on holiday at one of…
A Good Result
They kept their lights off as they guided their capsule down to earth and landed in the field of corn. They clambered out and set to work immediately. Getting the circles exactly right wasn’t easy, and they needed to work quickly and leave. The last thing they wanted was to be disturbed. They’d been sent…
The Homeless Man
I sit in a huddle of blankets and rugs with my dog outside Sainsbury’s. I’m sheltered from the elements here. People rush by, avoiding looking at me. Even those who throw me a few coins don’t want to actually see me. Sitting here all day is a bit like a job. It’s how I earn…
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About Me
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Babs Kirby 