Worthing Flash

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There have been a lot of very good entries for the challenge this year so I have chosen two winners. Heather Turnbull for "Earl Grey Not" https://worthingflash.blogspot.com/2026/09/earl-grey-not.html  Linda Gunther https://worthingflash.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-talk.html The prize is a copy of "Tales of Nether Sodbury".  

Voyeurism (100 words) Quibble sees a girl with the longest legs, proportioned to body, he has ever viewed. She is struggling to get something or someone out of the backseat of a car. Quibble thinks: this must be what a prairie is like – long and fearless and suited to many purposes; yes, a prairie with its yellows and unbroken wind and wild grasses and the memory of bison and nomads. She finally wedges a tuba case out of the car and Quibble imagines it is someone else’s tuba and she is transporting it as a kindness. A prairie does not need an orchestra. In June, my first collection of drabbles (13th collection overall), 226 drabbles (218 previously published, 8 still raw) from 62 venues:  "The Lechery of Fish Tuners".  It's out in paperback, Kindle e-book and on the Kindle Lending Library.  I did not do a non-Kindle epub, opting instead to try the Kindle Library.  To be in the Library, they require you not publish you bo...

New Life, New Problems Andrea Tillmanns In his first life, Leo had been rather timid. That didn’t stop him from dying in a car accident that wasn’t his fault. When he awoke in the soil, he felt as though he could uproot trees. In his new life, he was stronger than ever before. Nothing and no one would stop him now. Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered that dung beetles, while very strong, were also very small. In any case, smaller than the crow next to which he had crawled out of the ground and which was very hungry. His second life therefore lasted only a few seconds. Andrea Tillmanns lives in Germany and works full-time as a university lecturer. She has been writing poetry, short stories and novels in various genres for many years. Her poems and stories have been published in The World of Myth, Hawthorn & Ash, SciFanSat, and other journals and anthologies. She has also published more than twenty books in German. More information about the author and her texts can be found on...

How to make a Crock of Gold plant magic beans. fertilize with Rocking Horse Manure By morning you have a ladder to cloud-cuckoo land. Ascend stairway Let your heart sing. Walk to the edge of the world. Mount a Pegasus. steer Pegasus toward the crack of dawn. Prize open the crack, behold the riches inside. Grab hold of them Run for dear life. Fast as your legs can carry you Don’t let the burden of guilt weight you down Hold on to your dreams You are back at square one, with a pot of gold you never really deserved. and a tale to tell. Richard Stephenson

Cemetery At Dusk by William Kitcher I tried to pass the cemetery but Sheba strained at her leash, dragging me inside. I tried to resist but she was too strong, and pulled me as the sun set behind the mausoleum. She descended a hill and I staggered behind her. Her leash came out of my hand and she ran between gnarly trees. I caught up with her. She was sitting next to a brand-new headstone. Chiselled into it was my name and last Saturday’s date. I shook uncontrollably and stared at it. A lump came to my throat and I cried again. “I miss you, Grandpa.”