Tuesday 4 August 2015

100 Worder Vacation

100 Worder

Helen Laycock


A strawberry milkshake with a dollop of ice-cream

Dorothy Anderson loved and feared the sea in equal measure. She whiled away long summer days in a striped chair, placed in the doorway of her candy-coloured beach hut.
            Today, her pleasure had been derived from watching a family, the parents relaxing in deckchairs, the little girl building and decorating sandcastles, and the boy digging.

The tide was rushing in as they left, and Dorothy was in a hurry to get her feet wet, just up to her ankles – her early evening ritual.

When the family returned the next day, the deep, deep hole had gone. And so had Dorothy.

About the Author

Helen Laycock is a regular contributor to CafeLit. She has written three short story collections, Light Bites, Peace and Disquiet and Minor Discord. More information is available on her website, Fiction in a Flash.
She is the author of several mystery/adventures for readers of 8–12, and has a website for children at: Helen Laycock | Children’s Author
Helen has had around thirty competition wins/shortlistings for both poetry and short stories, successes including Words with Jam, The Ryedale Book Festival, Writing Magazine, Writers’ News, Writers’ Forum, Flash500, Thynks Publications, Erewash Writers and various online contests.
She has also had work published in An Earthless Melting Pot, Vol. 2 (Quinn), the One Word Anthology by Talkback Writers (Alfie Dog Ltd), Songs of Angels (Thynks), the Aspiring Writers 2013 Winners Anthology (Blue Dragon Press), The Best of CafeLit 3 (Chapeltown) and A Quick Read (Aspen Press), with two more poems shortly to appear in a forthcoming anthology. She was recently featured in Issue 14 of Jotters Utd.

Monday 3 August 2015

100 Worder Resignation

100 Worder

Sarah Bakewell


Caramel Hot Chocolate

The truth of my words spiked the air around us. He stopped in his tracks, piercing me with his wicked blue eyes.
‘And that’s what you want?’ he muttered.
‘I…’ I stammered, taking a step back but only finding the cool wall. Looking up, he’d edged closer, towering over me, blocking the setting sun from the window opposite. I’d been honest once, another time wouldn’t hurt.
Or it might. But the time for considering consequences had passed long ago.
‘Fine.’ Another step closer, his dark words swirling in front of me. ‘I quit.’
And just like that, it happened.

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Published August 3 2015