Every Breath You Take – FFF41


Casey moved like her life depended on it, and it did. 

Every step was important and had to be carefully planned as she twisted and turned in time to the music. 

Her red dress floated around her form a gruesome gift from the one who watched as she pirouetted on the tips of her bright red ballet shoes. 

She couldn’t stop the tears that raked the mascara down her face. The audience however were in awe of the drama in the performance. 

Little did they know.

This certainly put a new slant on the old saying ‘Dancing with the Devil’


For this weeks Flash Fiction I think you might need to listen to the tune while reading. For a long time I wasn’t sure where I was going with this and then I got my idea. While listening to the music I could envisage the drama and deliberate movement that this edgier version of a well known tune would evoke from a dancer, especially if their life were to depend on it. My devious little mind always seems to go dark on these forays.

I’m liking this challenge and will try to take part when time allows. If you would also like to give it a try, then you can find the information for this weeks challenge HERE.

Codding about….


He’d been wandering around the confines of this shop for ages, yet still he was no further on. Not the best at making decisions, the £5 note was burning a hole in Alfie’s pocket.

There was plenty of choice and variety, yet so far nothing had caught his eye, the programs on television made it seem much easier than this.

A tad frustrated he headed towards the back of the shop where he had spied a cabinet advertising all items for £3. Sure enough, on the second shelf he spotted what looked like a mechanical fish, which had clearly seen better days. Lifting a magnifying glass from the same shelf, he studied its bulging eyes, which seemed to contain some kind of weird code.

Loving a puzzle he headed to the front of the store, ‘How much for the fish with chips?’ he asked the antiques seller, laughing at his own joke.

Written for this weeks Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

What ya wanna do?

Daily Prompt: A to Z 

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

Decision making Norn Ireland style.

Ach look at that sunshine. What should we do today?

Belfast will be chocker block, not sure I fancy it to be honest.

Chippy tea anyways, no matter where we go, ok?

Do you not think you could do with losing a couple of pounds ya big gorb.

Eh? What you on about, sure my body’s a temple.

Ffs, it’s certainly the size of a temple. (laughing)

Give my head peace will ya, you know what I mean.

Here. What about getting one of them new fangled trains up to Portrush?

I’m skint. I’ve enough for a dander round and me chips and that’s about it.

Job seekers not come in yet then?

Kiss my arse, ya cheeky shite.

Listen, we need to make a decision here, cos the day’s marchin on.

My minds a blank. I can’t think of anything to do at all.

Nor me.

Ok so what’s our options?

Portrush or Belfast, that’s all we’ve come up with so far.

Quite a choice there, just not sure I fancy either. I’d love to do something different.

Right ye are, so think of something then ya gormless eejit.

Shusssh, I’m getting the old brain in gear as we speak.

Thought I smelt burnin!

Up yours! At least I’m trying.

Very trying, that you certainly are.

Wait i’ve got it…

Xray vision?

You know that place where all the animals are…ahhhh…Bellevue…?

Zoo? Aye thats a good un, let’s go, I’ve got enough to get us both in.