The Unbiddable Hand

by Rebecca Peyton

My hand freezes, unable to knock. A moment of lucidity. I breathe. I study the hand, hoping it will bring me something. My hand is becoming my mother’s and my mother’s hands are becoming my grandmother’s. Does this imply some…


Flash fiction Optimistic, Reflective

My name is Joanna Sterling and I’m a Collector – my collection of contemporary, vintage and period brooches has been amassed over 30 years. The story collection published here is not quite so old but is just as diverse. There are short stories and flash fiction, my own and ones by other writers. Some are traditional and others more avant-garde. I aim to select stories that intrigue, amuse and maybe provoke. Open up The Casket of Fictional Delights and pick out a story or a brooch.

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