I have just seen another one of my flash fiction stories, Sky Child, was published a couple of days ago on that excellent site shortness of breadth site The Drabble.
If you want to support me and other flash fiction writers, as well as The Drabble, why not head on over there and like what you see. Maybe even make a comment. It’s all free without any sponsorship links.
Many thanks.
Kelvin
Dear Readers
Hope you are all keeping well?
I have had another flash fiction story, My Camera Never Lies, published on that most excellent shortness of breadth The Drabble. I would be pleased to see you over there, supporting me and other writers.
Thanks everyone for your support (likes) and encouragement (comments).
Sincerely
Kelvin
Dear Readers
Quite a few of you have asked to read some of my earlier work. Whilst there are quite a few short stories floating around out there in magazines and anthologies and competition winning posts, I thought I would post a few of my first flash fiction stories published in The Drabble.
Cloistering was my first. And here it is! If memory serves me correctly this flash fiction story was published on 4th April 2016.
Hope you enjoy this blast from the past.
Sincerely
Kelvin
CLOISTERING
by
Kelvin M. Knight
She wheeled you here then ran away. No sorry, no goodbye, just gone. If only your osteoarthritis would just go.
Hearing rhythmic chanting, you sighed. Those voices. Many yet one. Empty of ego yet full of grace. And love. Enough to lift even your spirit. Looking down, you spied silhouettes gathering around your wheelchair. Shapes of men, hooded, their habits alive with holes. Through these holes, brilliant beams of light burst. Gone is flesh. Gone is bone. These lights lead the way home.
‘Hey, grandad, stop meditating,’ she sang. ‘Come on, they’re serving cream teas in the gift shop now!’
(100 words)
Dear Readers
Quite a few of you have asked to read some of my earlier work. Whilst there are quite a few short stories floating around out there in magazines and anthologies and competition winning posts, I thought I would post a few of my first flash fiction stories published in The Drabble.
Old Pews was my second, and, if memory serves me correctly, the following flash fiction story was published on 14th April 2016.
Hope you enjoy this blast from the past.
Sincerely
Kelvin
OLD PEWS
by
Kelvin M. Knight
He gripped the pulpit and his knuckles whitened then burnt. Soon Team Vicar would arrive and he would be redundant. Mission communities. The bishop’s latest initiative to provide God for all.
He regarded his time-served flock. Their seven faces frowned. Two decades ago, there were forty of them. And forty years ago, when he began this adventure, all the pews were full. They will fill again. Gritting his teeth, he saw this clearly: the elderly gracefully encouraging the middle-aged; the middle-aged embracing one another and welcoming the young. Multitudes of youngsters. They will need more pews.
(100 words)
Dear Readers
Sorry for quietness of late, but the weekend before last I was whisked away by an ambulance to not one, but two, hospitals. And I have only just been discharged. So how nice to be checking through my emails upon my return and finding another flash fiction of mine A Family Moment published on that most excellent shortness of breadth site, The Drabble. I would be pleased to see you over there, supporting me and other writers.
Thanks everyone for your support (likes) and encouragement (comments).
Sincerely
Kelvin
Dear Readers
Quite a few of you have asked to read some of my earlier work. Whilst there are quite a few short stories floating around out there in magazines and anthologies and competition winning posts, I thought I would post a few of my first flash fiction stories published in The Drabble.
Cloistering was my first, and, if memory serves me correctly, the following flash fiction story was published on 16th May 2016.
Hope you enjoy this blast from the past.
Sincerely
Kelvin
IN CANDLELIGHT
by
Kelvin M. Knight
You want to kneel, but kneeling is too painful. You want to bow your head, but stiffness is a board from your un-level hips upward. Staring at the candlelight, you concentrate on its arcing shades of blue, amber and orange. Breathing the sweetness of oranges, you observe the candle grow tall as the window upon whose ledge it balances.
A flickering blaze consumes you.
Away flow rivers of pain. Away roll mountains of hostility. Uprooted are forests born from unnecessary pride. Standing alone on a desolate landscape, you want to kneel and pray but your inhumanity won’t let you.
(100 words)
Dear Readers
This story has just been published on that most excellent shortness of breadth site, The Drabble. I would be pleased to see you over there, supporting me and other writers.
This story was originally written for the FridayFictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields. What an amazing difference there are between the two pictures.
Thanks everyone for your likes and comments.
Kelvin
