100 Worder: Glint

100 Worder: Glint

Polly Sinclair

Freshly squeezed orange juice

She stretched out her arm across the bed. A fleck of gold from the lapis lazuli beads still around her wrist caught the light and momentarily dazzled her.

            Shane sighed heavily in his sleep but she had woken early; visions of missed trains and broken heels disturbing her slumber.

The clock blinked to 6:39 and she knew it was only a minute before the alarm would sound. She relished the blanket of peace and tranquillity that enveloped them.

            Today was the day. Everything had been leading here and in just a few hours she would finally know her fate.

About the Author

Polly is a busy lady with lots of jobs, a couple of children and a dog called Jelly! Usually a short story writer, she’s diversifying with really short stories and a novel just to mix it up!

Published July 26 2016

100 Worder: Buzz

100 Worder: Buzz

Polly Sinclair

Absinthe – a visit from the green fairy

There’s a buzz somewhere. Not that close, but definitely in here. Enough to be irritating, not enough to drive me from the comfort of the sofa yet.

            Could be the fridge. Although that’s more of a hum. The television? Does that weird nothing-noise when it’s on standby but not a buzz.

            The radiators sometimes sound odd. No. Not my phone… the doorbell malfunctioning? I don’t have one!

            There it is again. Closer now.

            A bee? Sounds bigger than that. I’m going to have to move and find it, aren’t I? 

            Where’s the newspaper? It’s getting louder.

            What on earth…?

            Christ!

About the Author

Polly is a busy lady with lots of jobs, a couple of children and a dog called Jelly! Usually a short story writer, she’s diversifying with really short stories and a novel just to mix it up!

Published May 25 2016

100 Worder: On Target

100 Worder: On Target

Polly Sinclair

Bitter lemon, served cold

The bullseye taunted her as the bow swayed. She pulled back the string, her heart beating loudly.

            Thud, thud, thud…

She ached but knew she had to hold on for moments more. Trembling, the tension ran through her body. Trying to remember everything he had told her. Focus on the draw.

            Thud, thud, thud…

The whistle blew; she tightened her grip before swinging around towards him. The smug look of control across his face.

            Thud, thud, thud…

The arrow sailed through the air and headed directly towards him. He had no idea that he had always been her target. 

            Thud.

About the Author

Polly is a busy lady with lots of jobs, a couple of children and a dog called Jelly! Usually a short story writer, she’s diversifying with really short stories and a novel just to mix it up!

Published April 19 2016