Friday, 27 February 2015


WHEN I WAS a kid I used to sit on the edge of my bed and imagine my room was separating from the rest of the house by a few inches every night. I was desperate and happy to try anything and I hoped that by the time I reached 18 it would be in a different neighbourhood and not just sat like a very awkward shed at the end of our garden.

It's still there. The house. The room. I'm not, I escaped eventually but by a more traditional method.

But if you look carefully there's a tiny crack in the wall where my bed used to be and a part of me thinks that maybe I would have got there eventually if had tried hard enough, so maybe it's my fault what he did.


                                                                                  @ Ally Atherton 2015

136 words for #FridayFlash



  1. Whoa, that last sentence was chilling. I'm afraid to wonder what he did.

    Very well written! Welcome to Friday Flash!

  2. Thank You :) Friday Flash looks great.

  3. Wow, that last line is a gut-punch.

  4. The whole piece is in itself quite chilling, and excellently done in such a low word count.

    I do shudder to think what they had suffered in their childhood too.

    1. Hi again Ally. The impact of this story inspired me to write something on a similar theme, which I have entitled "Widening the gap". And if you have no objection I shall be posting it for next week's Friday flash.
      I hope you don't mind me taking your concept and putting my own stamp to it. I shall of course accredit the original idea, and my inspiration to your own story.
      Welcome to Friday flash. :)

  5. Yikes! I didn't expect that ending.

    Welcome to Friday Flash.

  6. A very nicely done twist. Many an undercurrent there.

  7. Nice one, Ally! I liked the feeling of "moving on" until you crushed it with that ending. :)

  8. Nice twist in the story. The build up worked well too.

  9. That's a lot crammed into 136 words -- like the narrator let out a little more than they intended.