5 Minute Fictions

/5 Minute Fictions
2 10, 2012

A diversion

Bixby deftly caught the art deco figurine before it hit the ground. “Put that down.” Reynolds was standing behind him, holding a tray. “I’m sorry,” said Bixby. “I just backed into-“ “I saw what you did. It doesn’t matter. Just put it down.” Bixby closed his mouth, set the figurine back on the little table [...]

7 03, 2012

Roadtrip

It took only a month to track him down. Bixby had that unnerving knack of knowing just which stones to overturn, and how gently to prod at what was underneath them. They started out with the last known whereabouts, the house Reynolds had shared with his wife before she died. The new occupier was an [...]

9 02, 2012

Conductor

You look at him and see only a bus conductor. He seems wise in the ways of drunks at 11.30pm, and mothers on their first outing with a baby at 10am. The worlds never collide except through him, and he brings his cold blue eyes to rest on all of it. He is in his [...]

22 07, 2011

Reynolds

The thing was they could never prove it. That’s what happens when you’re in the business of messing with the future. Sometimes the records can get lost, or mangled, or manipulated, because under the pretty pictures, it’s all just numbers. It’s so mathematically complicated, that if you’re clever enough with the numbers, then it takes [...]

14 06, 2011

Doorframe

Lenton leant on the doorframe, not in, not out. He looked at Julia’s suitcases in the middle of the living room, one large, one small, and thought of the times they had taken them away, together. He took the small, and she took the large in terms of packing, but when it came to carrying [...]

18 02, 2011

Future

Benjamin was still staring at the feed on his phone. They were several drinks into melancholy and he still couldn't stop. Normally he'd have given up, and be singing already. Bixby waved at the bartender for another round, and when the drinks arrived he lifted Benjamin's wrist up to the chipreader so he could pay. [...]