Flash fiction Like many, writing somewhere that isn't home often unlocks ideas and words that your home never could. It may be a local cafe or library or a shed at the bottom of the garden, but for me it's Geraldine, a vintage caravan who may never see the open road again but still has lots of stories to tell. Though in the main I write stories for children, even those have a hint of darkness about them, more than a touch of peril too. I think many writers can use fiction to explore themes and ideas and for me flash fiction and very short narrative pieces let me play with ideas and characters for adult fiction. Maybe one day I'll expand on them and write a novel for adults but for now I play with ideas, just like the piece of flash fiction I share today. A touch of crimson She’d gone and no amount of screaming into the wind would bring her back. Rain lashed with fury and his footsteps left deep impressions in the wet sand. The wind tossed a fishing boat in the waves and g...
